A Country's Sound Poem by George Samuel

On the subway sand
The crawling train rolled by the railway groaned
Mellow willow blowing dusty air to trees beside
Gently keeping a slow pace tide
On and on great hast in little speed
Sat on the metal which rustic bleed
And yet has a long way on
Less time a must go run
Up and through pot ways earthward low
Just not enough for time too idle slow
Time to take some deep breath chill
Like some friendliness and time was not mild
With all the runs to make time was headlong gone
Feel a bit of lateness just bygone
All but onward keep a sluggish ease
Outpouring some disturbing noise
Covering less and yet was poised
An on railway trip
With all for wheels suffering a destination grip
Now by the countryside it sounds