Underground (1959-60)

One hour of travel, thirteen stations passed,
Upon the Central line and once more
We rattle into the warm station, screened by an opening door
From the commuters of Westminster. My journey is o'er,
My weary travels finished. Once again
I look down the tunnel bored through the clay
And carrying thousands of people a day.
Yes! this is the best transport which Watt,
Brunel and Stephenson bequeathed us. At the barrier,
The ticket is collected. Jove! to hear the shrill
Sharp starting of the engines, presaging the parting blast.
The sound of a train's exit with a roar,
And to see the running people from Hampstead Hill.

J. INGERSON, L.VI.