There are red kites wheeling in the evening light
The wind is forcing the clouds to flight
I’m heading south, and I’ve got the time
To only pay 4.99
Above my head the bridges pass
On the road below the white lines flash
The sun is setting, calm and fine
And I only paid 4.99
I saw my friends from far away
We laughed and talked all night and day
My head aches now from the beer and wine
But I only paid 4.99
I used to like to ride by train
But it isn’t worth the price or the pain
Of standing, crammed like a barn of kine
For a lot more than 4.99
The hills are drifting gently past
I think I can make my fruit gums last
Till I get back home, and then I’ll dine
And I only paid 4.99
I used to think, though its been a while
That a train was the way to ride in style
But such is the state of the northern line,
I’d rather pay 4.99
Tom Juniper Poetry 