Josie Whitehead’s Poems
by Josie Whitehead
I'm ready to leave from my clean shiny station,
There's blowing of kisses between friends and relations.
Now my bell rings - is everyone ready?
I'll graciously glide out of here nice and steady.
I'm gathering speed, for there's no time to waste.
I've people relaxing, and others in haste.
There's a shine on my windows, my door's automatic.
See the folk waving, I must look dramatic.
There's blue sky above and the warm sun is shining;
The tables are set and now people are dining.
Businessmen talking on their mobile phones -
With never a thought of their families at home.
There's a tunnel ahead, so it's goodbye to the sun;
I love the dark tunnels - I have so much fun.
The end of the tunnel is coming in sight;
Just ahead you can see a pinprick of light.
Past houses and villages, a church with a steeple;
At the next busy station I'll exchange lots of people.
Inside they are pushing round trolleys with tea;
Someone's writing a report for their company.
Look - there in that field, all the cows are asleep,
While over the bridge I see small children peep.
The countryside's gone - there's a factory and office;
The one looks so dirty whilst the other’s so spotless.
London is here - we pull into the station.
A man with a speaker gives out information.
I try not to boast, but I know I'm THE BEST,
But even the best needs a well-deserved rest.
Copyright 1997