Enfield Town Station

It could have been the summer if the sun had shone

The waiting travellers straggled all along
The platform where the train would come
Birds whistled momently their song; 

A dog barked in the distance at a run 

As our eyes searched among
The ending railway track and bushes for the long
Black shadow of a moving train, 

And when it came

We waited silently as though we were 

No more observers but observed.