Excursion
To the Art Gallery and Museum,
Kelvingrove, Glasgow, Scotland

Somber motor moans
  and rails clash wheel,
Orange, green and cream,
  and ozone odor,
My tramcar wends
  through wetted cobbled vale.

On leather seat of
  hard and shiny feel
I perch, and gulp the hubbub
  through beaded window.
Somber motor moans
  and rails clash wheel.

To Kelvingrove,
  to flower, stream and field,
From grimy concrete,
  asphalt drab and dour,
My tramcar wends
  through wetted cobbled vale.

I leap from lurching
  car to curb,and thrill
To glimpse again
  that sandstone alcazar.
Somber motor moans
  and rails clash wheel.

In roving ramble
  through that learned hall,
The days delight dissolves
  to fading hour.
My tramcar wends
  through wetted cobbled vale.

From treasured frame,
  anew I hear and smell
The trundling, and
  sadly savor boyhoods ardor.
Somber motor moans
  and rails clash wheel,
My tramcar wends
  through wetted cobbled vale.

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Watercolor by Sykes: tramcar at Bridgeton Cross, Glasgow
Sykes
TREASURED FRAME
Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery, Glasgow

THAT SANDSTONE ALCAZAR