Along the Track

With many memories that last As the age of the train goes steaming past The chug and the thwack The lug, roll, bolt, bracket Appearing like an arrow with a peacock’s head.

Breathing feathers way ahead You could almost hear them say ‘I’m a cavalier by day’ ‘I’m a highwayman by night’ ‘With adventures of nocturnal plight ‘I’m a cowboy on the trail’ ‘I’m a captain setting sail’

Rolling as the train, click-clucks From the window’s fleeting looks As over bridges, under tunnels Chuff the mighty engine’s funnels

Slowing to the station cafe, buns and a large tea urn Tickets clipped, have you packed your mac? One way? Return?

All aboard for your destination There might be bunting, jubilation Might be off on your holidays Those trips to remember And never erase