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Boys Day Out

By Mike Smith

Viaduct on the Waverly Line in the Scottish Borders where the poet composed his lines.  Photo Courtesy: Peter Burgess.
BOYS DAY OUT 

Old men really
hunting viaducts among the trees
they straddle gorges
laze in shallow valleys
keeping still
as if avoiding being seen

We tramp for miles upstream
downstream behind the river bends
their cool stone breathes
sighs of relief

Tunnels would do instead
lurking under ground
bricks tumbling in, their portals caged
(as if they might break for freedom)
old stations, water towers, signal boxes
even a platelayer’s hut
the track bed itself, recognisable across fields

Ruins are ruins, Roman and the rest

Somebody else’s past written in rock
like but not our own
who knows what we might find
among these left-over lives
where no next train arrives

But we are not waiting for signals to change
or rusted points to re-align
though we are on a platform of some kind
a destination in our minds

By this day’s end we shall have caught
some train of thought back down the line of time
imagining journeys we might have made
remembering journeys we might have made
knowing where it all began
but not quite sure how it came to here

Mike Smith lives on the edge of England where he writes occasional plays, poetry, and essays, usually on the short story form in which he writes as Brindley Hallam Dennis. His writing has been published and performed. He blogs at www.Bhdandme.wordpress.com. This poem was composed around Whitrope in July, 2022.

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