TUESDAY: National Grid

BY JOSEPH DARLINGTON

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Tilting at cattle
Our train to London
Hangs from wires

Wires hover above
Curl through fields
Like contour lines

A pylon carries
A pig-pink terrace
Under tweedy arms

And the strings of England
Still strum
A tune of grass and oak

2 comments

  1. Dave Moores

    What does the third stanza mean? The impact of a poem is in the eye – or ear – of the reader but I have to say that did find this a trifle precious.

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