DG (November 21,1985 - July 29,2037 / Escanaba)

From A Railway Carriage

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart runaway in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!

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Comments (3)

Most days I feel the same way, great job, hang in there!
DAMN! ! Thats mainly what i can say. this poem's vivid imagery and words makes it great.
Extremely, strong thrashing words, my question is (WHY?) .--Melvina--