This is a train poem. The rhythm here is cha-cha-cha-CHING [2,3] throughout. Composed in October 2013, it presents three life stages: childhood, adolescence, young adulthood (with FT's man of the time) :>)

Gloucestershire to Shropshire

Damp Saturday..
trundling away..
ten twenty-nine..
northbound rail line..
racked baggage named.. chequered seats claimed..
blurred poplars pass.. near smeary glass..
vegetable beds.. allotment sheds.. clearing to yield.. vacant school field..
russet hedgerows.. scattering crows.. black-and-white cows.. under ash boughs..
sketching a scene.. sky blue grass green..
playing I-Spy.. something with 'Y'..
yellow-knit bear..
Buttons to share..
suddenly town..
passengers down.

Sharp whistle squeals..
cues whirling wheels..
carriages fill..
Styrofoams spill..
cross by grey street.. rain on concrete..
plastic bags sail.. falling leaves trail..
Walkman up loud.. tune out the crowd.. rave in my head.. teen fashion spread..
eyeing fit lad.. jeans tight shirt plaid.. blush at his look.. hide in thick book..
words floating by.. peace war laugh cry..
cheese sandwich lunch.. salt shake and crunch..
sponge cake with jam..
glimpsing grand spires..
reaching west shires.

Triumphal shriek..
off work all week..
holding hands tight..
poised to take flight..
bridges stretch wide.. soar over tides..
riverboats drift.. whitening clouds lift..
turning inland.. pastures expand.. horse chestnut grove.. sleek conker trove..
ramblers try stiles.. sheep stifle smiles.. hillocks to hills.. brown bracken frills..
just time for tea.. kiss discreetly..
ready my case.. full of new lace..
sway to the door..
over dirt floor..
platform not far..
and here we are.

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Written on 2021-06-16 at 21:02

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like it! It does surge ahead like a train.

Michael R. Burch
You have an interesting form here, not too far removed from the ancient Anglo-Saxon poetic form with two strong stresses, a caesura, then two more strong stresses. Of course you also have rhyme as an extra ingredient.

I like the poem. Good luck with the fit lads!