The trip

The early start
the silent hour
the wind outside a-moan
The ticking clock
the coffee hot
the time to leave from home

The coat so warm
the wind so cold
the sleep still in my eyes
The red eye train
the comfy seat
the long trip, no surprise

The journey north
the many miles
the place far up the track
The working and
the waiting for
the train to take me back

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Photo – Jempics

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Homeward Bound

As stations go, the Lime Street one
here in Liverpool
is rather nice and will I’m sure
make some people drool
Architects and engineers and
railway history buffs
Will, weak of knee, pontificate
about minutiae stuff

But for most its hallowed arches
and Victorian splendour will
be lost within the purpose
that its innards do fulfil
As, like me on this cold morning
a train inside is found
with the sole and special purpose
to take me homeward bound

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Photo – the frontage of Liverpool’s Lime Street station – Jempics

Snapshot

Once more I am waiting
on a station, it’s dark
It’s been a long day
and I was up with the lark

There’s a train in the distance
to take me back home
so I caught its arrival
right there on my phone

Insignificant? Yes
A small chunk of life
but it’s taking me back
to my dog and my wife

And I’m grateful for that
as small things like this
bring me a little more
joy and some bliss

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Photo – Jempics

Rhythm of the rails

Rhythm of the rails
strikes a resonant chord
Music for the morning
and the commuter hoard
Newspapers folded
Tablets fired up
with caffeine boosters
from paper cup
Gathering momentum
into the Weald
Heading for London
through Sussex field

Distorted, the tannoy
every once in a while
interrupts with a word
for a frown or a smile
And cocooned within
the journey begun
We listen and roll
to the clatter and thrum
But the words like the rhythm
(if only they knew)
is only heard here
by the still awake few

For this is eclectic
ethereal, rare
with the tune heard only
by those with a care
Rhythm of rails though
has a place in my heart
for I’m attuned to the music
which I heard from the start
And it soothes as I listen
and tap along to the beat
with the clatter and thrum
from my window seat

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Photo – Jempics

Cardiff

Made my way to Cardiff
on a Sunday afternoon
Six hours on a railway train
views from hotel room
The city streets below me
Welsh and English on the signs
Old and new in contrast
amongst the ancient lines

Put some music on my i-pod
Slumber called aloud my name
Resistance pretty futile
as tiredness swiftly came
Still there remained a moment
for some thoughts about the day
A few short lines reflecting
some words I had to say

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Photo – The GWR building, Cardiff – formerly a hotel, now a JD Wetherspoons pub – Jempics

Back to Newcastle

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On my way back to Newcastle
today on the train
I’m prepared for the cold
but it looks more like rain

I’ll be there for two days
for work, not for leisure
But will also I’m sure take
some time out for pleasure

For my hotel is down on the
Tyne riverside
overlooking the water
‘neath the five bridges wide

So no doubt at some juncture
whilst in this great city
I’ll be raising a glass
with a beer for this ditty

Pre-written of course
as you’re reading this now
But I’ll not let that stop things
or add furrow to brow

For the writing is part
of the journey begun
and to bring in the reader
is a part of the fun

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Photo – Bridges over the Tyne, Newcastle, NE England – Jempics

Big blue double-decker bus

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Heading into Worthing on
a big blue double-decker bus
My transport for this morning
as there are no trains because
the buggers are on strike again
No Christmas spirit there
No sparkle and no smiles as
Southern Rail just do not care

But I’m really not that bothered
for I get to see the sea
A ride along the coastal road
up here quite pleasantly
And yes it’s a grey morning
but the view is just as nice
and the chance to see the sea each day
is cheap at half the price

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