The Station Mailbox Alone it stands beside the track to guide you home when coming back The only sight for miles around our station mailbox in the ground Built with care from an old drum so mail and papers can still come A number plate from our old car our name to say just who we are Phones don’t work - don’t even try Just dip your hat as you pass by.. © M Simes 2009 www.bushpoems.com www.flickr.com/photos/bushpoems/ IMG_5219 IMG_0938