Five Miles To Cheddinton

FIVE MILES TO CHEDDINGTON Clutching sandwiches, pencil and pop we awaited the eight forty-five,tickets in hand;we scrambled aboard the LMS, carriage, with engine and van; from the High Street, ‘ere long smoke billowed over the vale ,as we chugged along Non stop, five miles the grimy coach rocked and swayed. ’All change, All change’ loudly, the Station-master barked out his refrain, we trainspotting lads so quickly de-trained, all day to remain; Crossing, noting and recording each London-bound train. Misty, episodic those days of pre-puberty, free of care, so fleeting to me