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Ride The Imagination Train
When my children were small,
we played a great, wet weather game.
One where we would travel,
on the Great Imagination Train.
First we would travel,
through fields and pastures green
and visit all the places,
that they had never seen,
but before we could do this
we had to board, The Great Imagination
either at Waterloo,
or Charring Cross Station.
We would track up to Liverpool,
through Englands country wide
then stop for an ice cream,
along the Merseyside.
They all loved the viaduct
with it's great distance below.
It was even better ...
The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the daily
flowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a falling
crown to make way for the moon with that familiar frown.
This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come
out and dance at your feet. Honeysuckle and roses all in full
bloom, swaying in the breeze so you inhale the perfume.
Swallows flying in the sky catching insects as they fly.
Soft rain is falling but not for long, because the nightingale
is still singing his song.The d