Poem by Chris Burch 2/3/1991
The train departing…
The train’s beginning to slow now:
More crossovers, points and sidings.
“We’re approaching journey’s end –
Please make sure you leave nothing behind.”
I gather my luggage and stand up,
A mixture of hope and nerves now –
The station lights draw nearer –
At last we glide –
To a halt. Home – at last!