It used to be that swallows brought spring.
Nowadays, I think, it's trains.
Your average commuter knows little of this.
To them, trains are just cold machines. The shame.
In truth trains have freedom at heart.
No one revels in spring more than they do,
Enthusiastically running back and forth,
Bearers of things, people and news.
Humans should be more grateful,
All those grim faces. Who, I ask, is a cold machine?
Posted on 13th March 2015