Half empty bookcases full of books
On sleepy Kent railway stations
Surrounded by tranquil fruit farms
In this the Garden of England
Although possibly too bucolic
There is something warm and very acceptable
About my description of the ideal
Today I was on such a railway station
Deep in the Kent countryside
And yes I was surrounded by fruit farms
Which were strangely quiet
Given the geography of the year
Whilst Caron sat on the shady station seat
Enjoying iced lime water with a hint of mint
I explored the tired bookcase in the booking hall
I soon found an early edition
Of Brave New World
Which was written by Aldous Huxley
Many years ago
This for some reason made me very happy
I soon began to think
That my world
As I recognised it
Was not all that brave
And not very new
But on days such as this
I enjoyed it more than life itself