Train To Aberdovey Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

The curves of Wales gave birth to view
By train of green and lined with blue
Feet from water, inches from sand and otherside
the shepherd's land.
On the left breast fed seabirds
On my right the grazing herds.
Lemon sun and purple hills
In the distance modern mills
Spinning up the clouds like yarn
Below them busy beaks which darn
Making ripples in the stills
Stitching stitching with their bills
Pools of radiance, banks of design
Edged the hemming railway line.
Into the station just
Tacked to the shore,
No kiosks stitching up the poor
All abandoned? No not quite...
Sleepy garage on the right
Wending 'C' road, rising crags
Absence of loose poly bags.
Then the seafront like Fairisle
Knit one pearl one (for a while)
Happy colours yellows, pinks
- bluey greys with iron links.
Trees and slate bear down above me
Breaking the waters of Aberdovey..