Some ducks and geese on the water.

Thunder and Herbs

The written words of Jenny Hackett

Rail and Reed

You lay your metal on the silt and loam
Leviathans crawl on it to routine
They make their way unbidden through our homes
Our family to all of you unseen
The arteries connecting towns to docks
The nerves that bridge the gap from head to hand
By sleeper, junction, rail and signal box
You build your nation's bones into our land
So here we stay and watch as you are taken
On the rails to far and distant fields
We keep our home beside the tracks, unshaken
By the rattle of the wood and wheels
We grow around you now, as you commute
We'll be your petals if you'll be our route