As we cross the Thames

And wind our way

Through Kentish fields

Hilltop church spires

Grey above a sea of white

We rest and enjoy

The view

Across in France

The bare winter trees

Stand still above the freezing grass

It’s frosty in France

And as we travel gently south

The day warms

And the land with it

But churches still peer above snow covered hillocks

Arriving in Paris we feel rested

And energised

Viva le train!