I took a train to see the world.
Each station brought me something new:
An angle never seen before,
A chance of colour, shape and sound.
I don’t suppose you saw me go:
Just couldn’t see the world like that,
Just couldn’t see the grey old dust
As tracks which led to somewhere grand.
I took the train and saw the sky.
You’d never know the blue I saw.
A destination never holds
The freedom of a wandering heart.
I don’t suppose you missed me much:
For after all, to you I’m dust.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going journey.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: