Have you ever sat on an unhurried train br And watched smile, after corkscrew smile br Painted thin on a puffy faced sky. br br I have. br They put telephone cables underground now. br And call it progress. br br Have you ever click clacked o’er viaducted valley br Whilst eyelined below, makers of methane br Freckle furiously on the skin of green. br br I have. br But they rear cattle in sheds these days. br And call it progress. br br Have you ever hugged the cosseting hill br With, in distant wollen view, bleating dandruff speck br Dawn tanned mountain scarps. br br I have. br They plant land envenoming trees there now. br And call it progress. br br Have you ever? br You have not! br br Then scurry. br For progress only goes one way. br One loco motion br A cul de sac of traversed track br Routes singularly tentacular forward, br Never back.