By Josie Whitehead
Hear the whistle from the platform
As the guard says: 'Time to go.'
See the green flag that waves briskly
And the engine’s pull is slow.
Feel the rhythm and the motion
As the train moves down the track
With the fireman on the footplate,
And the guard’s van at the back.
See the steam blow from the funnel.
Hear the wheels beat down below.
Feel the rhythm of its heartbeat
As with power and speed we go.
In the tunnel, close the windows,
Smell the smoke that’s blown inside;
Taste the soot upon your taste buds
As through the dark we glide.
We explode into bright sunshine,
Passing through a high ravine;
Then clatter through a valley
With its fresh pastoral scene.
See the cattle in the meadow
Raise their heads as we pass by? -
Whilst surging smoke drifts upwards
To besmear the cloudless sky.
Here are factories and offices -
A town appears in sight.
Feel the s l o w i n g - of - the - engine,
And it’s here that we alight.
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