• My hand held fast.
    Into the place.
    The pace!
    This is the place of noise and movement.

    All aboard!
    Watch. Out the window.
    Lights. Sounds. Darkness. Buildings.
    Buzzing,flying ever past.

    A sea of ankles everywhere.
    Pushed , prodded , Panic .
    Then, Safety..........

    The personification of safety.
    Safety in the shape.
    The shape of a man.
    My father.

    A human anchor , holding my hand.
    The train slows.
    The train stops.
    The world Judders.
    My anchor remains fast.

    Out . A busy station.
    Murmurs of men in suits. Noise.
    The clack of high heels.
    Shouting , rushing.

    The Anchor, the safety , pulls.
    Swipe the ticket.
    Out the gates. Hurry, push. Out.
    Out into the coffee-petrol tang.
    The rush of noise and movement.

    Out


    Into London.







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    I thank you.
    For taking the time.
    Just to read my little rhyme.

    Reading and writing are arts that shoul always be kept alive!

    Thankyou gaia for letting us have a place th express ourselves!



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