A Longing - Hereith - a Train Journey

Hereith Euston Euston station I never pass Euston station at times without feeling homesick hereith we call it - hereith a longing watching the trains pull out of the station into its dark tunnels imagining a journey out of London through Kentish town and the suburbs but in my mind I am far beyond them past the marches and border country far away to my childhood back to mountains castles and streams to the valleys of my home back to my youth five hours and forty years away I remember the look of Wales the things that settle in my mind like photographs in a family album Wales as I like to remember it the Wales I want everyone to see in those days it seemed to be always summer the sands or the shining sea in the great bay things of childhood the sound of breakers the feel of sand between my toes plunging into the distance of the past So I go back to Wales as often as I can I take the train from Euston and I go home back to my youth five hours and forty years away