The Train Spotters

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
An unexpected scene on a railway bridge.

Submitted: July 23, 2012

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Submitted: July 23, 2012



These evenings in July are made for rides,

Along Fenland tracks as flat as ironed shirts.

Through fields that seem to bleed from each other

Until, the railway severs my return.

I pull my heavy, clunky bicycle

Up steps made for double soles and not spokes.

Masquerading as a dull amber light

The muted sun softens as I clamber.

When I reach the top, I see there a man

So content I would swear his shadow glowed.

His ‘hello’ is framed with merit and ease

And his son stands beaming beside his Dad

Their happiness at a bridge over tracks

Pulls something unknown to me. Smiling, I cry.

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