Poem: On Our Way To Alston.
On Our Way To Alston.
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What scenery it was
That we zipped past
On our way to Alston.
Vast expanses that stretched
Away to rain soaked mist
Covering far horizons,
From nearer furrowed fields
To further sheep filled pastures
Rising as they flowed
In gently folded ground
Of dusty eastern yellow
Through subtle velvet greens.
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