Train Journey

Train leaves St Leonards

Five minutes past ten

Glides on the track

No clickerty-clack.

Enters Bo-peep

Plunges in dark

Erupts into light

A comforting sight

Along the seashore

Beach huts in bloom

And into Bexhill

Next platform to fill

Then on past a castle

Like dentures it stands

Left weary and worn

Next stop, Eastbourne.

Reversing back out

To Hampden Park

The line branches north

Onwards and forth

Through pastel green meadows

Beside South Down views

A silhouette in sight

Exposed chalk of white

Lazy pastoral cows

In quiet pastures stand

A swish from the track

But no clikerty-clack

Small village stations,

Polgate, Berwick, Glynde

Announced by an android

A voice of the void

The train stops, then starts

The journey resumes

In a cool cocooned ride

The passengers reside

Lewes station’s a gem

From the railway past time

But few notice the sight

As they stare through the light

The railway rolls on

To Brighton it fares

Still no sound from the track

No clickerty-clack.

And then we are there

The canopy spreads high

It’s Brighton at last

The journey has past

To the end of the track

With no clickerty-clack.