My sister and I wrote this poem while we were stuck on the Midlands Main Line. We were traveling from London to Derby. The train had been stationary for at least an hour because of a track failure. Worn down, our feverd minds composed this poem:
Ode to railtrack
Railtrack - where do you go?
I'm gonna follow you coz I wanna know
Over the hills and down the dales
Over all obstacles on your mighty rails
Haunted by journeys of long long ago
Your steel lines echo as they shudder and throw
From Scotland to England, from England to France
Your signalling system leaves nothing to chance
Over and under and into and round
Theres no faster way of covering ground
For freight and for passengers and postage too
All borne aloft by your silvery hue
Railtrack - where do you stop?
I hope its near Thurrock coz I wanna shop
Cattle are lowing and sheep do bleat
When I reach Essex my journey's complete.