Poem 3 - Train to Glasgow

Poem I found in my diary, written on the train to Glasgow from Edinburgh Waverley on August 28^th 2012 which would otherwise have been lost:

As the sun sets on the borderlands

And the crispness of the Scottish air

Takes an hour to envelop round the chest

And shooting though the walls of Victorian industry

There is the purple shot of thistle

Broken up by Caledonian mountainfields

And the smell of hops and juice of gardens

At Carfin Station I am phoned

For two arms to spread at Glasgow Central

As I have decided to make my life in this country.

Jorik Mol – train to Glasgow, August 28^th 2012