Sunday, 26 April 2015
I wandered (oh, am I allowed
To copy Wordsworth once again?)
When suddenly, I saw a cloud -
No wait! It's coming from a train!
Born by an aqueduct on high
It's smoke pollutes both land and sky.
No wonder, as I roam these hills,
I can't find any daffodils.
(With thank to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)