FIVE MILES TO CHEDDINTON

Written by: Brian Strand

FIVE MILES TO CHEDDINGTON

Clutching sandwiches, pencil and pop
we awaited the eight  forty-five,tickets
in hand;we scrambled aboard the

LMS, carriage, with  engine and van;
from the High Street, ‘ere long smoke
billowed  over the vale ,as we chugged along

Non stop, five miles the grimy coach rocked 
and swayed. ’All change, All change’ loudly,
the Station-master barked out his refrain,

we trainspotting lads so quickly de-trained,
all day to remain; Crossing, noting  and
recording each London-bound train.

Misty, episodic those days of pre-puberty, 
free of care, so fleeting to me