Steam rushes up
from the steam train
at the station.
It twirls up and along
the roof like
a released demon.
You watch it with
your young boy's eyes.
People rush past
to get on the train.
You sit watching
wondering where
they are destined.
You smell it.
The train smell.
The sounds of steam
and power.
Like a dragon.
Porters walk past
with wagons of luggage.
You dream of being
an engine driver.
To the seaside.
That time with your
grandparents
a year back.
Big steam train
dark black.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
Steam rushes up
from the steam train
at the station.
It twirls up and along
the roof like
a released demon.
You watch it with
your young boy's eyes.
People rush past
to get on the train.
You sit watching
wondering where
they are destined.
You smell it.
The train smell.
The sounds of steam
and power.
Like a dragon.
Porters walk past
with wagons of luggage.
You dream of being
an engine driver.
To the seaside.
That time with your
grandparents
a year back.
Big steam train
dark black.
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