RAILROADS HERE AND THERE a poem by Moe Armstrong (England '70)
Lights in compartment,
during long,
dark tunnel,
on other side,
another,
daylight station,
(Seven oaks)
pulling in,
letting people off,
getting them on.
Train ride in England,
just like train ride,
when I was a kid,
rocking back and forth,
catching country scenery,
glimpses.
Somebody playing a harmonica,
down the aisle.
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