AuthorThat train, that train, that train again,
It trains my whole mind to reframe,
To times when I, a wondering child,
Enjoyed time wandering in the wild,
Would see the puffing , swirling steam,
A white delight to save for dreams.
Good to behold, but truth be told
Steam trains would turn white washing black
And veil the air, pollute your lungs
Cleaner times now, no going back
Some kind driver has spent all day
To bring this vision down our way
Amazed that with our legislation
Who lets pollution hit our station?
Arrive by day, escape by night
I don't ask. I am too polite.
So let's just keep our fantasy
And let our eyes feast on steam's dance
And dream of good times in a trance
Re-living innocence - rare chance.
We now have clean, fast electric trains
Yet let, slow, steam trains, decorate our brains.
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