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LONDON     JOURNEY    FASCINATION

First time on a mainline LNER   train  *
When you’re  five’s  a signal whistle
For six hours Kings Cross   to  Newcastle   **
Sightseeing.   Walk along platform to attain   

The exit  past  the  loco at the buffers:
In   a forest of knees and suitcases,
The  oiled steel engine’s grace is
Close enough to touch: my mother suffers

My adoration of its black livery 
And emblazoned gold name  “Woodcock”.
The time on the gigantic station clock
Shows our speedy, safe and prompt delivery.

Huge driving wheels and pistons are higher
Than my five-year-old  frame.
Somebody cares well for that engine of fame
That steel rail non-stop flier.

Oh the trip is an exciting  drama
I have comics to read  and  sandwiches and tea
But what  never ceases to fascinate me
Is  the moving view  and panorama - 

Oncoming trains go  flashing by
Wheels  a-roar  and whistles blare
Nothing quite like this to compare
Too fast  even for  the adoring eye;

Birds sitting on the telephone wires,  
Like musical notes  in an unsung  air, 
Unending composition, unfinished movement fair,
From one end of the country to  the others; 

The journey  long stayed in my memory
Made me a traveller inveterate.
Impact on me impossible to over-rate -
Imbued with the notion of discovery.
…………………………………………………

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 *    LNER               = London and North Eastern Railway
 **  Kings Cross      = London mainline terminal station

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