Shorts
- Alan Millard

- Apr 14, 2022
- 1 min read
An encapsulation of a well-known poem in 4 lines
These addled musings point to nothing much:
A railway Halt, a cough, a hiss, some trees,
Dry haycocks, heat haze, endless fields and such,
Small wonder Beeching banished lines like these!

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