Passenger train

Tall oak trees

Stood on an embankment

Just north of nowhere,

Rustling their summer greens

Against a rusty

English sky

And watching

An old blue Deltic

As it chugged along

An old branch line.

Greeted merrily

By overgrown flowers

And nettles that encroached

Its track,

It whistled longingly

Into the evening air,

Before disappearing

Into long forgotten memories of yesterday