Poetry Corner: A Disused Railway Line in Navan Town

Stretching for miles and miles,

beyond what, the eyes can see,

ordinarily,

passed the horizon, of richest greenery.

The tracks, overgrown with grass,

and weeds, the steel discoloured,

almost patinated, the wood, beaten,

from the elements and the unforgiving sunlight.

Two strangers, walked hand in hand,

down the line, until they disappeared,

a carriage passed by and disappeared too.

It was old, of antique wood, unvarnished,

carrying cargo, like in the old west.

Coming back, to the moment,

the wind whistled, through the bushes,

and hedgerows, the leaves, and the trees,

the wildflowers and the weeds.

The absence, had brought newcomers,

that had settled here,

almost, as if,

reshaping the structures,

compensating, for the loss.

Gavin Bourke