This train bisects the landscape,

Between the ebbing land and the flowing sea.

This train is belching gouts of steam,

Hurtling onwards to the edge of my dreams.

This train is flying through the dark night,

Leaving oblivion in search of the light.

This train is chugging through tall forest pines,

The sunshine is dappled and the air smells fine.

This train has closed carriages where ideas are caught.

This train of thought…

My photograph captures the North Norfolk Railway from Sheringham Park, a beautiful place to spend a day...