A Single MomentA Saturday morning had started,
As the sun rose in clouds parting.
I awoke just after eight,
Ready to get dressed, feeling great.
I grabbed my camera equipment,
Then headed to car across the pavement.
Jumping into the car, I started the engine,
Whilst a pendolino passed owned by Virgin.
Started proceeding down a country lane,
Just hoping it doesn't rain.
I reached the local train line,
At about twenty five to nine.
Walking over the bridge i did,
Noticing something on the floor, a quid!
I found the step I wanted,
Looking at the track all jointed.
I got out the equipment at need,
As time past quickly, like it flied.
As the sun just popped out to shine,
I look round and noticed others of my kind.
All waiting for the time,
When it would appear, to see something no longer in its prime.
The sound of something puffing appeared,
Which people today may find weird.
My camera was at the ready,
The sound grew louder, coming closer steady.
A iron horse appeared on the horizon,
With a gr