Chug, chug, chug
I sit by the window
In awe of the sight
Above me and below
The sky\'s so blue
Not a bird in sight
The fields are green
With flashes of bright
Flowers in red
And white and yellow
What\'s that in the air?
Oh the arm of a scarecrow
It seems to wave
As the train chugs past
Then a drop of rain
I hope it won\'t last
The drops fall quickly
The sky\'s gone all grey
A breeze coming in
The weather of May
Ah the sun\'s peeping out
I see birds high above
What\'s that noise I now hear?
\"Your ticket please, love\".
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I remember many years back as a student I had to spend a few days in a small rural hospital as part of my training. I went by train.
There have been some poems about trains by MPS poets lately and I recall my own brief experience.