Staff Writers
by Veronica Belcher
As I gaze out of the window
Of the train to work each day
I can see the backs of houses
Flying past along the way
There are old cars sitting silent
And there’s washing on the line
And an overgrown trellis
Sporting one or two grapevines
I can’t hear the dog that’s barking
But I can see it’s going spare
Running up and down the fence line
For an enemy not there
Chickens poking in the garden
Budgies chirping in their cage
Grandad mowing the long grass down
Takes his time, yes, shows his age
So many different scenes I witness
Of their lives I’ll never know
Just imagining their stories
With their backyard lives on show.
