On The Way Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
On The Way
Fenceless fields of young wheat
Soaked by swivelling irrigation
Roadside lines of cherry trees
On my way to the train station
Red tiled roofs
Wisteria clad wall
From gnarled branches
Trailing blossoms fall
Distant mountain peaks
White with snow
A deep ravine
Just down below
A humpback bridge
A hairpin bend
Soon my journey
Comes to an end
Reminds me of a station long since closed down happy days, Very nice
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8/5/2026 11:24:58 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Watching young wheat fields from train during journey is very interesting definitely. Very amazing drafting shared with reality...10
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