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georgek
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0 posted 2009-06-12 10:04 PM



The old engine let off a belch of steam a hiss and a pop, plus a resounding slop.

Wheels began to turn, all hands to the stern.
Her whistle blew loud and people gathered round,

She careered down the track as men pulled back
Her pistons  filled, as steam gathered yield
A thunder and a crack,  as there was no holding back
Matilda was fast and right on track.

Down the rails she roared.
Then beauty astound, there was countryside all around.

She went to a station and picked up some people weak and feeble.
Then went down the line all wrought and taught
Picked up a Lord who was solemn and bored

At the next station, ready and patient…….
More people had gathered for poor old Matilda

She chugged along, and saw two men of the cloth
Who waved at Matilda  through the soot and the smog

Rain clouds had gathered at the girth of Loch Lomond
Which drenched poor Matilda all hammered and worn.

More steam did she 'sip', as she went up the dip.
Then tiredness came in one mighty pain

Matilda had slowed as she gave a loud moan
To let us all know that it was time to go.

Her journey had started with one mighty hiss.
To die on a track, there was no turning back

Many journeys she had made, in more than a day
Her fate had ended, as it began;

A clap of a hand and a porter's cry.
Like woman's birth and a baby's cry

Salvage Matilda at her poor demise?
Is the same as a man when scavengers rise.

To blow clean as a whistle or die in the thistles

A solemn disgrace is to die in a race, all battered and worn
Without an embrace, no honour or grace........regardless of race

A journey we take just like the train.
At times it is late and we sometimes wait


Work too hard and we die just like the train,
All clogged with steam and hardly a dream

Be it man or machine, our fates are the same.
The earth claims us all....both cogs and lords.


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1 posted 2009-06-13 12:00 PM


Now isn't that the truth?  I remember saying goodbye to an old engine worked by my grandfather, and this brought the memory back so vividly.  I miss that sound.  Nicely done.

Carpe' Diem,
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2 posted 2009-06-14 12:02 PM


Much enjoyed - thank you for sharing.

Alison

georgek
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3 posted 2009-06-14 12:47 PM


Thank you very for your replies.
Interesting how  things in life have parallels.

George

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