sittin’ at the railway station
bags fallen round my feet
legs crossed at ankles
just chillin’ layin’ back
lazily brush away the flies
that come to close and buzz
close my eyes and listen
smellin’ a storm start in the skies
and in the distance hear
the engine and iron wheels
along the track and
smile an inward smile
knowin’ I ain’t comin’ back
as my leather boots will
carry me to where I need
to go – don’t know where I’ll
end up, somehow I don’t care
give me country side and green
grass and yellow daisies for
my view cos’ I know I’m
crossing country in the hope
that I’ll find you
Ta Daaaaaaa! Heeheehee 🙂
Stream of consciousness is a narrative device used in literature “to depict the multitudinous thoughts and feelings which pass through the mind.
Ramblings From A Mum 
Good one RM. I seem to read a lot of stories of late with daisies in them. Must be the season. I could be rude about stream of consciousness but that would be inappropriate.
aww ta summer, they are starting to pop up a bit down here – I just had the visual staring out of the train window across fields of green and daises, I guess I could have said buttercups . As for the SOC – ooer behave 😉
what an interesting exercise )
it’s quite fun – I just didn’t think of what I wrote or go back and change. Thanks luvey 🙂
smellin’ a storm start in the skies
and in the distance hear
the engine and iron wheels
along the track and
smile an inward smile
knowin’ I ain’t comin’ back
how perfect this is, a poem in itself
hidden within! you made miss SOC
a little, it’s how i wrote before poetry.
Thank you so much my friend, it is an enjoyable experience to just let it flow without having to concentrate too much on the end results – I don’t do it often enough {hugs}