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The smell of a steam train 
passing me by
The roar of the engine 
brings a tear to my eye
Such dear childhood memories
of when you and I
would watch from our garden 
smoke rising so high
The “clickety-clack” 
of the wheels on the track
as the engine emerged from a tunnel so black
Ma would despair as the smuts in the air 
would stick to her washing 
she’d just hung out there
Now longing to see an engine so free
It was almost alive 
Such a monster to drive
A magnificent sight 
It would truly delight 
In plush wooden carriages
we travelled afar
An adventure each time
with our Ma and our Pa
So much nicer than driving 
our old battered car
But trains of today have nothing to offer
Overcrowded are they 
and they all look the same
for nothing compares 
to a real live steam train
'cept maybe a Bullet Train
I rode in Japan
so long, sleek and white
just like Concord on rails
It was fast 
it was sleek
it was comfy and clean
but I somehow still yearn 
for that smell of the steam
~~~~                         
   do you know what I mean... 


Written 28th October 2021

Contest   Railroads an historical glance back
Sponsor  BJ Legros Kelley
2nd Place

Contest   A STRAND (Dec30)
Sponsor  Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE

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