Len Webster


Len Webster Poems

Journey By Train

Am I reaching the pale stretch home now?
Wire-lines are confused and a complex pattern
Is weaving its changing way past scrapyards
And ghost-inhabited derelict stations.

Brushwood is sparse yet a thick undergrowth has
Busied its way skyward at the point
Where the canal intersects us, where the ghost
Of horse-beef nightly pulls the boat on.

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