Tony Hargreaves Poet Couplet

Steam Train

Here comes the train, chugging its way,
time after time, each working day.
Squeal of the wheel, scraping the rail.
In worst weathers, blizzard and hail.
Serpentine twist, tortuous turns.
Hissing of steam, anthracite burns.
Onto the points, clickety clack,
over cross-hatch, changing of track.
Up the valley, on long incline,
Make up minutes, on faster line.
Leaving green space, enter tunnel,
clattering along, echo rumble.
Out into town, in smoke and grime.
Destination, and right on time.

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Robert Pettit February 24, 2021 at 8:48 AM Somehow, reading this reminded me of Sheena Easton's hit song "Morning Train". You have a lot of quality descriptiveness and rhyming in this great piece. Tony Hargreaves February 24, 2021 at 11:32 AM Hello Robert. Auden's poem, 'Night Mail' inspired me to write this. It is music. Now, on the same line, some miles behind is a passenger steam. All the best. Tony

Tom Cunningham February 24, 2021 at 7:19 AM Used to love the steam trains of old, those steam trains were so full of character unlike todays electric ones. Enjoyed the nostalgic journey Tony. Tom Tony Hargreaves February 24, 2021 at 11:05 AM Many thanks Tom. There was something about the steam locos. Smell the sulphur, the tar, the steam, the axle grease. Now my passenger train follows on the same line. A hybrid of the other. Best wishes. Tony.