THE OLD STEAM ENGINES
I have many fond memories of steam engines when small
The great big namers very sleek and those not big at all,
The huffing and puffing, with sparks and smoke flying high
Leaving many different dark patterns in the bright blue sky.
Waiting at the station, first hearing the rumbling sound
As the big important ones came in shaking the ground..
The different sounds of wheels as they crossed the points,
Sometimes the older ones sounded like creaking joints.
The rhythmic sound as the trains ran fast along the track,
Of true excitement any train journey did not at all lack.
The farms and towns when flying by fast as could be,
For it seemed that they moved you were still you see.
The gentle rock and sway could send you off to sleep,
Still you were aware going over a ridge so very deep
For the sound changed and you then peeked to see
A valley with a fast river flowing so lovely and free.
I know they polluted the air those fire breathings trains,
But it does not in any way my fond memories change,
Remembering waiting for it to come round the bend,
Hoping that when on board the journey would not end.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 10 December 2005