Skip to contentThe Train to York
We travel in a dictated fashion,
Iron rails straight and true,
carry us through countryside,
And built up areas where people live,
Norfolk sped past whilst I sat and wrote,
I tried not to memorise anything by rote,
Hard it is to do that,
Much better to record events with vision, smell, touch and hearing,
The train stopped at a station to let people on and off,
I am and never shall be a Toff,
To the destination then beyond.
David A. Robertson 25.08.16
