Poems of the Week

Larry Landtrain

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Low tide drew pilgrims to the hallowed isle
An abbot, Aidan, founded long ago,
Recruiting souls with missionary guile,
Redeeming those once bound for down below …
Years later, Lindisfarne’s a tourist trap.
Last week it met Walt Disney in disguise,
A garish green and yellow landtrain chap
Named Larry, whose new shuttle enterprise
Dishonoured Lindisfarne—a place of peace,
Tranquillity and awe, not Disney fun,
Riled locals screeched! Their squeaky wheels got grease,
And Larry’s froze, his trial run undone …
It seems that locals still share Aidan’s goal:
No landtrain’s welcome if it has no soul!