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.
The Letter And The TrainAs the letter enters a post box,The yard master undo's the sheds locks.As the letter is collected,The engineer makes sure the engine is unvested.As the letter travels in a van,The driver enters as the main man.As the letter is dumped in the sorting office,The engine is started by a new novice.As the letter is ready to go,The iron horse is brought out of the shed slow.As the letter boards the wagons,The fire breaths like dragons.As the letter sits quiet in a sack,The locomotive is sent up the tracks.As the letter is stacked inside,The steamer couples up outside.As the letter is sorted my men,The train departs
On A Line AloneIt was late afternoon on Preston station,Its roof iconic for the British nation.A single car unit short and old,Arrived late, with its passengers cold.At the end of the platform it entered, maybe,Where all the trainspotters would be.The guard would leave, walking down the platform,Where he realised it was not warm.Whilst more staff came to clean it quick,For time ran out as the clock went tick.The new guard came running up fast,As the trains departure time was nearly surpassed.Finally It departed on time due to quick turnaround,Heading for a single line southbound.It past briefly down the mainline,Then to right w
Midnight ServiceIt was the dead of night,A 150 came past light.Being so late there was no passengers aboard,Whilst the guard sat at the back and snored.The driver upfront and quiet,Thinking about his current diet.Through Euxton it passed,Being the unit that was last.On the slow north, line clear up ahead,Though freight might pass where green replaced red.It seemed very quiet around,As it was midnight and Preston bound.All on the last service home,On the line where 150s and others roam.
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