Majestic Beast

Majestic Beast

 

Dylan C James

 

Up and down the country folk crowd and journey rail,

Creed and colour, many, reveal eccentric tale,

Over bridge, through meadows green, the train it hurtles on.

Sat together packed like mice, its glory days are gone.

 

For once our England teemed with trains, mighty, strong by steam,

Carriages, refined, revered with locomotive gleam.

Clouds of black, thick puffs of smoke, dinner carts at back,

Booths of beauty, craftsmanship, steam trains red and black.

 

 Graffiti lines old station walls, expanse of disused track,

Majestic beast, oh splendorous, our modern trains they lack,

Forgotten factories boarded up, once industry was rife,

Twas dream of boy to drive a train and live the proudest life.

 

Goodbye Great Central Railway,

Tin smiths, steam train horn,

Oil lamps shone into the night,

Piles of coal at dawn,

Twill never be the same again to hear that whistle blow,

An' climb aboard The Scotsman, oh what a way to go.