Station Zbiroh

Once a grand building stood tall and proud,
A railway station that many would crowd.
But now the highway cuts it off from sight,
And the lake that used to shine so bright.
The building stands alone, a relic of the past,
A memory of a time that’s long since last.
The trees that once surrounded it have been cut down,
And the water that used to flow is gone.
A swamp now fills the space where the lake used to be,
A reminder of what once was, but can’t be.
The building stands strong, a testament to time,
A symbol of a era that’s hard to define.
But even as the world changes all around,
This building remains, a steadfast ground.
A reminder of a time when trains were king,
And travel was an adventure, not just a thing.

This poem was generated by an AI language model using an image of an abandoned railway station. To try it yourself, check out Mini Chat GPT-4.