My life on track

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My early life relied so much on trains,

to catch just one to write about’s a problem!

Too many have been subject to delays 

or cancelled altogether, to applaud them:


the “bogs” I took to school were crammed and smelly;

my backpacker travels, the aura no more fresh;

a record seven hour wait once, in New Delhi;

I almost got killed on the Tangier-Marrakesh…


But overall I look on trains with love:

my eco-conscience cleansed, not stuck in jams

(what sort of masochist would rather drive?),

and when I’ve found my seat at last, I can

just settle back, enjoy the scenery, and

feel sure I’ll get to somewhere in the end.


◄ Falling short

The wasted wind ►


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Tim Ellis

Fri 2nd Jun 2023 12:41

Yes Stephen, the French trains are brilliant. I travelled from Amsterdam to Barcelona via Paris a few years ago. Much more fun than flying!

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 1st Jun 2023 07:16

Thank you for this splendid poem, Tim. I rely mostly on trains now. Took the TGV to Paris last week. 80 minutes. No one can beat that.

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Tim Ellis

Wed 31st May 2023 22:35

Yes Uilleam, I'd go everywhere by train if I could but sadly there is usually a reason I can only drive, such as that the train doesn't go there!

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Wed 31st May 2023 09:05

Thanks Tim.
I must say, I prefer to take the train rather than drive, when I can.
Driving through the Lakes for instance, beautiful as the scenery is, I need to keep my eyes on the road-so frustrating!

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