Snow flake kisses
barest earth,
hard cold frost
signals winters rebirth,
A fleeting memory of the autumn
gone by,
As the hail sleet snow
it falls from the sky,
The wind rushes down the streets
it kicks up such a mess,
But over fields and through trees
is where its heard the best,
The train streams
over the tracks,
A series of loud
clickety-clacks,
Most strangers on board
oblivious to the snow,
Some nearing journeys end
others still so far to go,
The snow is thicker and its heavier
the wind drives it along,
Long train it keeps on going
its heavy fast and strong,
The wind shrieks down the tracks to the farmyard
it howls around the barn,
Old wool jumper left on a peg
the wind rips at its yarn,
Barnyard icy muddy
slush,
The snow the range rover tyres
crush,
Snow falls heavier
on the windscreen,
The train pushes
along unseen,
The farmer jumps out to open
the level crossings big gate,
Looks both ways up the track
jumps in his car but still he does hesitate,
Puts the big car in gear then a text from his wife
we need nappies go careful please don’t be back late,
He looks up big train whooshes by
looks like that text was fate,
Over the now empty tracks
he’s more cautious as he goes on his way,
And that is where we leave him
as night takes over this day,
The big train carries on
forever on wards through the snow,
Through empty abandoned stations
it still has far to go,
Huge flakes fall past the windows
to the passengers their unseen,
Unknowing to the accident
that could have just been,
The lights of the train just seen
an eerie echoed glow,
The train just pushing forward
on tracks covered by the snow….
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An empty space.... 