Many will be familiar with the poem, Adlestrop, by Edward Thomas, probably one of the most anthologised poems of the Twentieth Century.
Its charm lies in its sense of peace, combined with the irony of being written just four weeks before the beginning of the First World War.
As NATO and the Western Powers blunder towards World War Three, which, some would contend, has already begun, it seems apt to revisit (or maybe not revisit) Adlestrop.
MAYBE NOT ADLESTROP
The train stopped, sighing, but I missed the name.
It might well have been Adlestrop, who knows.
Passengers hurried away, others came:
a few tired faces, locals I suppose,
but while we waited, I heard no birdsong,
just sombre silence till we moved along.
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