One from the archive. This was written in Exeter, Winter 1977, a cold winter although the snow only came the following March. I was at the time in student halls of residence - Murray House, Duryard Halls (now demolished) and my window faced out to trees, and beyond that, the railway lines, so when it wa open I could hear the trains going by. Not steam trains, of course, that is poetic licence in the picture,
The Railway
Shunting, groaning, squeaking
The train rumbles on
Into the station
The doors open, the crowds rush out
While other crowds rush in
At the station
The whistle blows, the train is off
Steaming, moaning, rattling
Out of the station
At last the moon breaks through the clouds
The Railway is empty now
By the station
The Railway
Shunting, groaning, squeaking
The train rumbles on
Into the station
The doors open, the crowds rush out
While other crowds rush in
At the station
The whistle blows, the train is off
Steaming, moaning, rattling
Out of the station
At last the moon breaks through the clouds
The Railway is empty now
By the station
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