Railway

I walked down by the old railway yesterday,

Wondering

Whether

I would be done for trespassing.

 

The rails you see

Have been taken away,

Sold

I am certain

To China,

A contribution towards

My next smartphone.

 

So,

No rails,

Just rocks

Where the locomotives used to run

And banks of

Soil

And sand

And rabbits

And squirrels

Running around.

 

It was an idyll in Doncaster.