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On The Train This Morning
On the train this morning
I sat alone, by the window
Where normally there’d be coffee, warm
and all the world’s news in my ear
Instead, I chose dry silence
I chose the undulating wildness
strobing past my view way
I chose high green hills
and glinting mirrored rivers
I chose lone trees, centuries old
strong against the elements
I chose lambs and sheep
moving in pairs or herds
I cho...
Monday 10th June 2024 11:09 am
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