Sunday, October 14, 2012

Train to Oxford


We board the train,
hopeful and efficient,

to tunnel through
low-grade industrial

for miles, until, after
Slough, the windows

transform into frames
of farms and fields,

small towns, distant
church steeples. London

has melted into a riot
of green, rolling green.

A flash of blue, and
a trains speeds by,

a memory of the city
left behind.

4 comments:

Louise Gallagher said...

Ahhh.... I feel like I was there.

Thank you!

Megan Willome said...

It's just not that far by train, is it? I remember being surprised.

nance said...

A beautiful transformation...

S. Etole said...

Your words paint such vivid pictures.