It was that long, so long, journey
Stopping and starting –
The journey from Cambridge
Across the flat plains of Lincolnshire
The endless plains of Lincolnshire.
Too tired to read
I stared at flat lands
Held by a half globe of cloudy skies
Until, as I looked
At some green meadows by a winding river
There was a white
Perfectly white, horse, careering
Galloping, as if keeping time with the train
That slow train.
A moment, and we’d left her behind
As we jolted along towards our final stop.