FARAWAY RIVER
Not for us the Sailing Club,
the racing and the craning in,
we lived up the village
far away from the river;
but there were occasional signs;
the fisherman who sold his fish
at the back door, the ships' sirens
on New Year's Eve;
and when I was in bed
the hollow sound of trains
floated across the river
as I faded into sleep;
the hollow sound of trains
across the river
as I faded into sleep...
Stephanie Jupp
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