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Tender behind

Writer: Graham PitcherGraham Pitcher


All hitched up, full head of steam.

Water tanks filled, looking a dream

 

Whistle blows, signal is clear, 

Whoosh of smoke, raising a tear

 

Driving wheels turn, couplings crack

Time for the journey, to Brighton and back

 

Across open fields, trees racing past

Under stone bridges, she travels so fast

 

Stoking the furnace, coals burning red

Adjusting the throttle, onward she sped

 

Over the hill, journey's end due

Round the bend, the stations in view

 

Brakes applied, holding steady

Grinds to a halt, buffers ready

 

Onlookers cheer, she's one of a kind

The Brighton Belle, with the tender behind

2 komentarai


Keith Trayling
Keith Trayling
2024-05-26

Nice easy read and I rather like the last line

Keista
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John Wood
John Wood
2024-05-26

Fun poem - terrible pun! 😉

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