I’m on yet another train…
Travelling along the top of the beautiful Peak District national park. The beautiful landscapes are there and gone in a second and appear to go completely unnoticed by the passengers. Rushed phone calls and agitated business conversations fill the air in the carriage. I wrote the poem below a couple of years ago on a journey up to a speaking gig in Newcastle… Still appropriate here I think…
Green with coloured flecks blur, like strokes of a brush my figure,
Trees and pylons moving slowly in my ground,
A wash of yellow rapeseed plants paint the scene,
But, by our mechanical din, the pheasant’s call is drowned.
So fast we pass through with no time to spare,
Calling, texting, emailing, the important things,
Deadlines to meet, work to complete,
Scared of what tomorrow may bring.
But what of tomorrow when today is unseen,
Missing life and love through blind agendas,
Fear not the unknown and embrace in the now,
Look outside, to the message life sends us.
Bright Blessings /|\