The Day-Job (with apologies to W.H. Auden) South for the day-job, nearing the border, Retiring soon, must get things in order, Banking for the rich, banking for the poor, Branch on the corner, closed sign in the door. Running down Beattock, a rapid descent, Sixty years past, no idea where it went. Past cotton-grass and lofty windmill, Banking into corners, accelerating still. Whooshing quietly, the train passes, Mist still clings to trees and grasses. Cows stare blankly as it approaches, Unimpressed by the red and white coaches. Back home now, the household stirs, Noise of the alarm, feet on the stairs. Were I still there, I yet would not rise, I’d wait for tea and the roll of her eyes. Dawn freshens, my day just begun, Down towards England we descend... For who can bear to think himself forgotten? #Landscape #Travel #Rail #Poetry #AfterTheNightMail #AfterWHAuden #SouthLanarkshire Scotland #EU #🚄 #📖 #🏴 #🇪🇺 (at Clyde Wind Farm) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2d4QIPjmY1/?igshid=1d8ohcned13ru