The train home

FrasMac

The train home

 

Not my shadows, not my grey

not my graffiti, not my spray

not my concrete, not my crowds

not my rain and not my clouds

 

Not my buildings, not my streets

not my washing, not my sheets

not my dogs and not my cats

not my crows and not my bats

 

Not my bridges, not my spars

not my theatres, not my bars

not my shops and not my lights

not my place to spend the night.

 

Here is where the light turns green

here the ever changing scene

here the meadows, here the fields

here the stress begins to yield

 

Here the rivers, here the trees

here the birds sing just to please

here the lovers walk the lanes

here the simple life is plain

 

Here my friendships, here my vows

here my sheep and here my cows

here my castle scrapes the sky

here my life stops rushing by.

 

Here my sunset, hear my sighs:

here are my boundaries, here is my prize.

 

©Fraser McDougall 24/7/26

  • Author: FrasMac (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2026 11:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a train journey from the big city to my small town home.
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  • Views: 17
  • Users favorite of this poem: arqios, Cheeky Missy
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  • sorenbarrett

    Here seems to be the place it has it all. Nicely done the meter feels like a train moving down the tracks

    • FrasMac

      Glad you caught the tune, and I much appreciate your comment, thank you.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Doggerel Dave

        The rural idyll after the big smoke. Enjoyed the train ride very much; grateful for the industry and mechanisation which created it - though I doubt the folks which witnessed its introduction felt the same way.

        Good journey; thanks for the write.

        • FrasMac

          Thanks for joining me Dave!

        • arqios

          An excellent prize indeed. Brought me back to the film β€œbus hero” that although is in a different register was big on the journey and its reward and compelling nature. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

          • FrasMac

            Most grateful for your company on the train, thanks!

            • arqios

              Same, dear friend πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

            • Cheeky Missy

              Absolutely gorgeous. Oh how I love it! How you managed to cull the countryside in a twinkling yet so very beautifully, I dunno. But the emphasis is clear, the contrast stark and striking, the refreshment lively and too real. Thank you so very much for sharing.

              • FrasMac

                Thank you indeed for such a lovely response!



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