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Terry Collett
Poems
Jun 2014
TRAIN SPOTTING WITH LYDIA.
The hustle and bustle
of people everywhere
rushing by
in suits and skirts
and some in bowler hats
some in trilbys
and some hatless
running for a train
the steam engine
letting out steam
with a sudden gush
and me and Lydia
standing back a bit
to allow it all to happen
I kept her near me
protectively
the porters
pushing trolleys
with bags and suitcases
the smell
yes the smell
of the trains
and the crowds
the sun shining shyly
through the gaps
in walls and rooftop
and sky
we both looked there
watching the steam rise
the smoke ooze out
and Lydia said
so loud
can hardly hear
and I couldn't
for a moment
then the engine stopped
and it went quieter
for a moment
and I had just begun
to say
makes you feel DEAF
the last word echoed
around the nearby
part of the station
and she laughed
and people stared at us
and one man
with a bowler hat
stared at us
and walked on with
brolley and case
and some woman
looked down
her nose at us
standing there
by the gates
waiting to get on
the platform
with our platform tickets
and the smell of the trains
seeping into our noses
and I loving it
wanting it more
the bite of it
and then
once the crowd
had gone in
the ticket collector
let us in
with a wave of his hand
and clipped our tickets
wish we could go
somewhere nice
on one of these trains
Lydia said
somewhere where
there's sunshine
and beaches and sand
and ice creams
and donkey rides
maybe one day
I said as we walked
along the platform
one day we will
you and I
and we followed
the big people
along the platform
and watched
as they got on
the train and closed
the carriage doors
and we sat on a seat
and waited
and watched
the steam rising upward
from the engine
the power
of the black engine
the driver looking out
at us
the stoker black faced
smiling
the guard waved
his green flag
and the train
huffed and puffed loudly
and he got on
and closed his door
and opened his window
on the train
and it moved
it chugged loudly
like some giant awaking
and we sat
and stared
and cheered it
on its way
that morning
that bright
sun
giving off
heat
day.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON AT VICTORIA TRAIN STATION.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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