NATURELINE
Trains on the railway may long be forgotten
Catalogued by number, sleepers now rotten.
Nature, however still flourishes here
With the warmth of the sun, wild flowers appear.
Blue hairbells and daisies, foxgloves and bindweed,
Rock roses and vetches, heathers and knapweed.
Pine trees with fir cones, mimosa leaf bower,
The elder and rowan, resplendent full flower.
The blossoms of yellow, hang down from the lime
Pervading the air, sweet scented, sublime.
Viaduct winds over rippling waterfalls,
Tall trees reflected in still mirror pools.
Peace and tranquility will always remain
On this line of nature where once ran the train.
Copyright Pauline M Hutchinson 1994