The “Red Hen” is the local train
Twin carriages weave through the plain
Quite an interesting ride
In summer clothes – hats worn inside!
Just perfect for the ‘grey’ brigade:
What genteel folk in Adelaide!
All stations on the Belair line
In dappled sunlight – lost in time...
Few to and fro at every station
Australia - such an empty Nation
Eucalypts on hilly heights
Level crossings – flashing lights...
Spare seats are legion on these trains
Strong wafts of diesel, dusty panes
Harsh, arid landscape, straw-like grass
Hiding fences as we pass.
Red gums convey a frontier feel
No traffic on broad roads – surreal
The tracks are rusty – overgrown
Yet graffiti mean we’re not alone...
(c) Poet in the woods 2017