From over the hills
And far away
Your spirit calls me
Every day
Clickety-Clack
You’d think I’d know
This route by now
As I’ve travelled it
So many times
Yet I always see
Something new to me
As I traverse
These railway lines
The Sycamore Gap
I saw it first
On TV
In a film made long ago
(If you can forgive
Their dodgy accents
It’s not that bad, you know)
There it stood
Pride of place
As part of that iconic scene
A symbol of majesty
And resilience
In a landscape stoically serene
Who knew
That its destruction
Would be so upsetting to me
It’s not like it was
A person
But a 300 year old tree
Snow Gates
Every twist and turn
Each up and down
All tell a different story
There really is nothing
To rival these roads
In all their majestic glory
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 