In Devon, the railway runs right by the beaches
Past small sandy inlets and bright golden reaches
Then follows the river whose tides are so steep
Over salt-smelling marshes and waters so deep
In summer the sea is as blue as the sky
And reflects the white seagulls as they hover by
But in winter the waves crashing over the line
Carry the feeling of wildwind and brine
And over the railway the white salty spume
Collects in a way that defies any broom
In Devon the railway runs right by the sea
Which is almost as nice as you think it might be
©?jane jago 2017
© Copyright 2018 Jane Jago. All rights reserved.
Comments
This made an excellent read. Great rhyme and the rhythm almost reminded me of a train going along the tracks.
Author
Reply
Thanks. The rhythm of the train was what I was after
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