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The Last Carriage
I sit on the waiting seat on the station,
Not alone,
Many friends are waiting as well,
We share the same destination.
Not long after, the train arrives.
I look at my ticket,
"Ah, not my train", I say.
Some friends board,
They wave their hands,
We exchange smiles,
I'm left with the unfinished puzzle in my hand.
Not long after, another train arrives.
I l...
Wednesday 25th September 2024 10:35 am
The Traveller
Alf Smith was his name, though, we should remember him
As more than the labourer on a small Welsh farm
Who milked the cows and tended every farmer whim;
Twice daily fitting clusters onto teats and pouring milk to churns,
Taken for collection to stand beside the lane between the ferns.
Twice daily, too, he cleaned the shed with hose and broom
And waited to hear what chores would f...
Saturday 28th October 2017 5:31 pm
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