All Aboard
Memories as sharp as diamonds,
keen as knives, the smell of
train smoke burns their nostrils still.
Chilly mornings, misty, magic,
gleaming rails so full of promise,
lumbering Leviathans,
wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland
or the local seaside towns,
vacationers anticipating.
Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen
for the storied 8:09,
ready with their pens and journals.
Now steam and smoke are gone
along with locomotives' potent majesty,
would-be engineers who once were young,
with memories as keen and sharp as diamonds.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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