misty morning on the moors

muted sun through cov'ring fog

bluish grey turned into green

stone-shod fields and life unseen

humming, humming, hums along

training through the thinning mist

raindrops sprinkling on the glass

swaying when the trains go past

clicking, clicking, clacks the tracks

muted through the greyish fog

reading helps the time along

staring whilst the world goes on

where this ends, I do not know

still I thought to climb aboard

better than the end, a ride

through the stunning countryside