#fowc #wait
Time passes slowly
As you sit waiting for the train
To come rolling down the track
And into the station
Timetable isn’t friendly
It’s saying it’s on its way
So to distract you from the empty arrival
Your sat with your radio on play
And each tick that follows tock
Seems to be on a lock
As you wait for whoever forlorn
Listening out for the diesel trains horn
#fowc #carriage
Sat by the platform
it waits for the sign as
gentlemen and ladies alike
now make their way to their furnished cabins
a wonderful journey to places wonderful
lakes mountains and streams – but they have to wait for the flag
the town bell chimed five
as the morning shift stood as one
awaiting the tram home
tickets bought, train on way
nothing to do, less to say
so they stand waiting
man of the tracks looks
forwards and back, as Silver
wheels trundle across rail
The time seems to stand
slowing down your party plans
and the puddles splash
The train was never late,
not in our town.
Track fixed on a surface, brown.
Two lines with sidings
and stations along the way
Three clockwork engines
with wagons to play
Going down two tracks
from east to the west
passing through bridges
built by the best
And Engine made sound,
like the locos of the past
built by a craftsman,
you knew it would last
As you pulled all your cargo,
from city to th’sea
till mum or dad called up
it’s time for your tea!
