Clickety Clack the Wheels On the Track
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
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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
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2021
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