Train Window Questions


Looking out through a train window,
Nature looks like a snapshot,
Just a picture passing at seventy miles an hour.
Life is just standing still on the other side of this glass.
This glass cold to the touch and the only thing between me and the real world.
Sitting in a man-made object looking out onto nature.
Wondering what would be here if it weren’t for the rail line and this seven tone bullet.
The rail line rust coloured and just sitting there to help man get from point a to point b.
The grasses in their respective fields are green.
The straw in theirs yellow and in some bailed.
The hill like clouds of land blend into the land like clouds in the sky.
The trees browning and the water running under the occasional bridge.
The cars on the road and the tractors in the fields.
The only apparent moving objects.
The sun blanketing the land in its golden rays makes water glint with a fiery haze.
Looking out through a train window.
Town life looks alive.
Moving and bustling around.
Mankind is not stopping for anything on the other side of this glass.
This glass misty up from the smoke of the town and the only thing between me and the modern nature.
Sitting in a man-made object looking out onto modern nature.
Wondering what would be here if it weren’t for the rail line, this seven tone bullet and all the houses and business around me.
The rail line silver coloured as if just laid down, and there for multiple purposes.
The people in their respective professions working to make money.
The homeless sitting at street corners and some making money selling magazines.
The houses like plains of objects blend into the land like plains in the sky.
The trees still browning as if not deterred by the smog filled modern nature.
The water running cloudy under the bridge.
The cars on the roads and the people in the street move with intention.
The sun trying to light up the ground but being dimmed by the smog in the air makes the water glint feebly.
Heading closer and closer to Aberdeen life sees so surreal out here in the train.

Cherry Blossom


The trees are heavy,
Blowing in the wind,
The ground changes,
A shade of pink.
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The trees shed their spring coat,
And leave sprinkle their colour,
Over the paths and the roads,
Signalling the middle of spring.
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Look around now,
And cherish the sight,
All the wonder,
Of Cherry Blossom.

Bumbling Bumble Bee


Spring is here,
The air is warm,
And comes along,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee.
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As flower open,
Gardens bloom,
Comes to play,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee.
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It’s known hum,
And happy sway,
As it flies,
The Bumbling Bumble Bee .

Springtime has Come


The air is still cold,
As is the granite,
The ground still frosty,
In the morning sun,
But it is clear to see,
From the buds on the trees,
That spring has finally come.
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The fields are green,
As are the trees,
The sheep have lambed,
Out in the land,
You can clearly hear,
From the noise out there,
That spring has finally sprung.
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The trees are budding,
As are the tulips,
The flowers are growing,
Out in the garden,
You can clearly smell,
From the pollen out there,
That spring has just begun.

Time Moves


Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
Honey bees on Autumn leaves,
Time moves on so we might see,
those honey bees on Autumn leaves,
and Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
When we wake tomorrow.

All The Seasons


Yellow rainbow upon the soil,
on that bright spring day.

Purple hugh upon the hills,
on that worm summers day.

Brown squishy mess upon the roads,
on that dull autumn day.

Whirlwind whitewash upon the ground,
on that cold Christmas day.

A Summers Day


Roses and sunshine,
Smile out in the garden,
Tea and coffee,
Play out on the table,
Kids fish by the stream,
Adults talk about the day.
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Summer has come ,
It shows in the garden,
Drinks are available,
Sat out on the table,
Fish hide in the stream,
This never ending summers day.
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Night seems distant,
Miles from the garden,
The hot patio,
Sleeps under the table,
Cold is the water in the stream,
Warm is the wind of the day.