poem

 
from a railway carriage

faster than fairies, faster than witches,

bridges and houses, hedges and ditches,

charging along like troops in a battle

all through the meadows the horses and cattle:

all of the sights of the hill and the plain

fly as thick as driving rain;

and ever again, in the wink of an eye

painted stations whistle by. he tries to sneak out of the diner, but he's caught and thrown out on his rear for the third and final time. beginning with the 1950 season the beavers finished fourth for four straight years. running a limited schedule, he finished seventeenth in points. 