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