Tenterden Terrier

Local Train Of Thought

Alone, in silence, at a certain time of night,

Listening, and looking up from what I'm trying to write,

I hear a local train along the Valley. And "There

Goes the one-fifty," think I to myself; aware

That somehow its habitual travelling comforts me,

Making my world seem safer, homelier, sure to be

The same to-morrow; and the same, one hopes, next year.

"There's peacetime in that train." One hears it disappear

With needless warning whistle and rail-resounding wheels.

"That train's quite like an old familiar friend,"one feels.

(Siegfreid Sassoon)