All Aboard
...inspired by 'The Railway Children' by Seamus Heaney
Memories as sharp as diamonds,
keen as knives, the smell of
train smoke burns my nostrils still.
Chilly mornings, misty, magic,
gleaming rails so full of promise,
lumbering Leviathans,
wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland
or the local seaside towns,
holiday makers reveling.
Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen
for the storied 8:09,
ready with our pens and journals.
Now steam and smoke are long forgotten,
flashing wheels and majesty,
except for old men who once were young
with memories as sharp as diamonds.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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