Gentle blows the wind
Warm like well-seasoned wine
Clouds sail over head
I am glad I got out of bed
I sit and watch the clouds
Wonder if it will shower
While I drink my tea
At platform edge
Memories hold my attention
Bring bright memories to my head
Muse about long ago
From a world that once was slow
Train journeys
The Wensleydale steam train
Was once a life line
For people in the high dale
To meet and sell and trade
With people who in different times
Spoke with rough chimes
This time in fantasy is once again to become reality
May I live long enough to see
This track once more used well
Then it someday new tales can tell
When the links are all replaced
by the men who live the steam dream
And the new train stock roles into the station
Then the bus and train will once again race
Through the fields of sheep and corn
When the hill grown sheep are shorn
When the Wensleydale train once again
Carries them from the hills to market towns
My mind returns to modern times
As new train stock roles into the station
All bought from gathered pots of brown leaf stew
Drunk by people like me and you
Me I toss a coin or two
In the pot for a new brew
To help the men who live the steam dream
Re-store my childhood haunts and all the lessons I was taught
These men with their gigantic toys
Play as little boys; toil as grown mean do.
To bring steam joy to me and you
This tea is from the place far away
A journey across the sky
Maybe one two three hours away
Steam Train will conquer once again
Restore this gentle mode of life
With a rebuilt railway line and great steam train.
Can order be reformed and peace be regained
Bye a railway steam train?
My thinking and musing at the rail way station at Leaming Bar North Yorkshire 2010
Demici @ 2010