Poems:           Distance Distance So far and sometimes so near, To crazed distraction and young fear A phone call every night Misunderstood words causing fright Others sheer delight Counting the days until Speeding through the darkness In a long tube of light One hundred miles an hour Simply not fast enough Seems like months before  The floodlit Minster rises above the Vale Destination and the precious moments Still the days of a national railway And lovers meet  On Platform four Unaware of the world Continuing, January 2000 Poem index My Home Page