|“Yes. I remember Adlestrop —
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop — only the name
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And for that minute a blackbird sang
In 1914 the poet, Edward Thomas took an uneventful journey on an express train. During the course of which the train stopped, for no apparent reason at Adlestrop, a railway station in the tiny Gloucestershire village of the same name. The station closed in 1966, however a bench from the station now stands in a nearby bus shelter with a plaque which quotes the poem.
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