The green of the trees,
The brown of the land.
The blue of the sea,
The gold of the sand.
The sun in the sky, blinding my eyes.
The chill in the air, piercing the skies.
The crowding of carriage,
The reading of news.
The rustle of crisps and the tying of shoes.
From the mix of gender to the mix of race,
All travel together, all sat in one place.
Laptops are out and phones are engaged.
Books being read, page after page.
A stare in the distance conceals one mans mind.
A loud conversation reveals another mans kind.
Though they all sit together, they dont share a name.
I guess thats just how it works, when youre sat on a train
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Ally Painter.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?