orgami's Diaryland Diary

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miles by rails

leaning in the train seats
the colourful cloth
the winter scenery passing
as the coachs held on to
long sloping curves
urged on by the engines far
ahead

tall hills of pines
trunks of birchs and countless
lakes and creeks
open expanses of flat lowlands
cupped by green wintered forests

everyone almost sleeping
including my Lori
myself too wired to miss anything
watching as the wires on the
outdated telegraph poles
rose up and down or were missing
on poles fallen over and lost
in the undergrowth now tall
along the tracks

long before satellites
poles full of glass insulators
shunting electricity between
so many manned stations

steamers thundering
on the lines
baggage cars
coachs sleepers

sunlight pouring down
on the crystalline scenery
the fans running blowing
warm air along the long
windows

drowsy my head falls
and I too sleep
rocked by the motion
as we weave the old route
laid down by man and horse

10:14 p.m. - 2008-06-20

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