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Out in the country, Away from the high Street, Trees grow along the pavements edge, Where trams trundle discreet, Beyond staid spencer Garden hedge, Buses of every shade Call to "All Change'' and rest, where a cuppa, from a brown teapot, Renews the travellers zest. The Leeds City bus For Orpington station, Number sixty one, Has four seats in a row Upstairs on the left Which for children is great fun. The gangway, lowdown, Gives to all a stiff neck And a sight of stockinged legs, A surprising view of shopping bags And workman's boots. heavy with segs. And as this imported transportation Grinds its way to the 'lights' To make the right turn to the Heights We tumble across the chaise longue Stare down on Southern Region sites. The wooden platform built on stilts, The black wood tarpaulined shacks, The brick built shops, bungalow sire, With front and sides but blank backs. And there, in a triangle, Green with grass, And onions and carrots in line, The railwayman's home that I hope one day, When I'm older, will really be mine. |