Out My Window

Graffiti on an old rusty train I see this through my kitchen window And globs of dripping dropping rain A field house light shines at night like a little flame There is a golf course beyond that mobile and decorated chain Where established men play an old Scottish game Electric wires above the tracks Held up by wooden pillars Bringing power from a building with soot covered smoke stacks This vantage is strange to me Who builds power station next to caddie shacks But this is the sight that I see T.C Minisce 9/12/2015