This will be only a short account
Because not much actually happened
In the July of 1959 my father and I were driving back
From my aunt’s house in North Bedford
As she had suffered an unlucky accident
We were on the Bedford Road
Which ran between Stoke and Bedford
It was a straight stretch of road unlit at night
Our radio was tuned in to a jazz station
And both our windows were open
As it was a warm night
The illuminated clock in the car
Noted that it was past midnight
It was then I saw a train heading towards us
Travelling across the pitch black fields
It passed across the road about
Two hundred yards in front of us
And then disappeared towards the river on our right
I expected my father to comment on this odd sight
But he carried on driving as if he had not seen a thing
When I asked him about what I had seen
He told me that I had been dreaming
But I assured him that I had been awake
The whole thing disturbed me greatly
But I soon began to think that I had been dreaming
As trains do not cross wheat fields and roads
And the nearest railway was over ten miles away in Bedford
Whether I was dreaming or actually saw the train
Has haunted me even since
As I have never really made any sense of it