PAST TIMES 3
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.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2021
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