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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