Newcastle to Edinburgh

Sitting on the train watching the line following me, swaying this way and that. Faster then the clouds above stationary in places gliding in others. The view has sheep, nope gone had sheep had cows now gone too. 

New view brown grass, green grass, soil, trees upon the horizon some nearer to me. More cows just passed, cars in the distance to. Pools of water, didn't see birds saw more sheep thou.

Little pylons or whatever gets telephone service, beyond the pane of the train. Houses pass me by another car all alone, the sun peaking beyond a darkish grey cloud.

Buildings crumbling, warehouses out there to. Windmills whirling a river to. Some castle type thing skeletonized. Stopped on tracks sitting nowhere they go.

Birds way up high, rubbish and trash here and there and nearer by. Still stopped, no, on the move again, the line still follows, slowly at first picking up speed as we go. Houses row upon row, call interupted my train of thought. 

More sheep and brown grass, l can't see anything now great big barrier in the way. View gone poem ended done!

AMENDMENT ADDED

Baills of grass, silo's too trees closer this time, the hills how could l forget, plenty to see. The sun has escaped the darkish grey cloud, blinding me.

Bridges a far, scars on the landscape, the reflection from the view behind more of the same, walls dividing acres keeping in livestock. A nice little forest or just a bunch of trees. Dead or dying foliage up there on the hills. No critters that l can see.

Slate or granite rock maybe not sure, prolly neither. Tree stumps all that green gone, purples thou heather maybe yellows too. Damn barriers nothing to see. Valleys here and there behind the barrier l see.

Trickling stream, scrapyard scene, more woolly backs. Trains journey coming to an end poem penned, no wait just saw a rubbish dump full of birds fighting for air time and scavenging space. Missed other stuff typing, saw a bowling green. Ok finished now.

THE END PENNED!

What wait horses and racing track, go carts prolly. A solitary windmill and an ancient watch tower from the past. There's the moon way, way up high and still daylight. I saw some greenhouses earlier but l had stopped writing started again thou obviously .

Graffiti on stonework, crows and manure more rows of houses and a murder of crows. Golf course nice, more tracks led to nowhere. Plane fumes scarring the sky as clouds pass by. Dead trains out there too.

NOW THE END PENNED!!