The engine drags us through
a rich and verdant land
lush from unusually heavy summer rains
The rhythm is punctuated by small stations
boasting tidy flowerbeds and once busy buildings
that slumber now as polluting cars
offer a more convenient means of travel
I am afforded the luxury of time to think
and to stare out of the window
where I see my life dashing by
each blade of grass a memory lost
Closer now to my destination than to my home
the journey has passed all too quickly
I should have liked a little more time, just a little,
to have lingered a while at each of the stops along the way.
by Scooj
* something of a rarity from me. Always a little nervous of sharing poems other than haikus or tankas.
Natural adventures 
Sounds like you are making the most of the moment on the train. Could it be that the old cliche is right: the journey is the destination?
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I think that may be so.
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I wouldn’t be nervous, your poem reads very well. 🙂
And you couldn’t have expressed all this in a haiku.
I love travelling by train whenever I’m in the UK, especially when out of the big cities. Your poem reminded me of my many enjoyable journeys, so thank you for that. 🙂
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Thank you. My poems are not complicated, and I don’t try to use difficult words. They are more like a conversation really.
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Well I think that is why it works.
And they are Your poems – you can write what and how you like. 😀
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That is true, it is rather liberating.
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This is a lovely poignant poem and one that I am glad you posted
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Thank you Paul, you are kind.
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I believe there are still many thousands of blades of grass yet to be seen and many more stations still to stop at and linger a while before we run out of steam . . .
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You are right of course. I worry about the passing sands of time.
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I am sure almost all of us do which is a little silly really
While we are worrying about something that is inevitable we aren’t allowing ourselves to have the fun we should be having
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I try to live in the moment and the whole street art thing is part of that.
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Yes! This is the stuff you are made of. Brought back so many memories of my life in the U.K. Thank you. Great work. Your street art will become the same.
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Thank you, you are too kind, really. I do enjoy these things, but realise my limitations. Two letters today, G and H, with my spray painting. G was ok, but managed to utterly ruin H.
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