The Train Rattled
By Justin Tuijl
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(This is the oldest poem I still have a copy of, maybe 2008, all previous poems are lost)
The train rattled through the golden green countryside
The sun was washing the colours bright
Of the green leaves and huge golden fields
Nothing felt better than bathing in the joy
Of leaving the city of noise and pollution
Back into the air and sun.
Leaving behind the dead, and living again
The heat of the carriage and the windows wide
Feeling the air rush in
For a moment I was free, escaping
And I would convince myself of freedom
In the beauty of this moment
Heading to walk by the flowers alongside the path
As I would leave the train and the sun drenched station
Feeling joy at the wonder of creation
For a great moment which would soon be over
And I would arrive at my destination
And slowly forget this time in which
I felt I was living more than ever before.
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living more than ever is
living more than ever is always good, even if it is an old poem.
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Often it's the case tht the
Often it's the case tht the more you take away from life, the more it can be enjoyed. Leaving a city for a simpler place can be a wonderful experience, as you have described.
I enjoyed reading this.
Turlough
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It's good to have recorded
It's good to have recorded your feelings on the journey and sensitive to the beauty of the countryside as you walked through it. I too enjoyed reading. Rhiannon
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When breathing fresh country
When breathing fresh country air was just a train journey away; stopping at a (maybe) small station. I liked this poem - it evokes happier times. Thank you.
Dougie Moody
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