Poetry

Tuesday, 25 June 2024

snippets and swathes

 Slashing through the teasel

The herb Robert and the thistle

Laying low the nettles

Living and dead as a steam whistle

Stalks and blades

And crunching like a samurai sword

Through baboo

Gone the days

Of Railway glades

But the thought remains

It's true


Sh sh go the sibilant slashers

Sh sh go the wheels on the tracks

Sh sh she says

Hush hushing the railway backs


hiss, hiss go the "S's" of pistons

clip,clip go the volunteers' snippers

What use is all this now?

Hush the railway line


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