Battling Railways
Posted on Thursday 11th March 2010 7:37 pm
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The thoughts of trains still run through here, but ONLY at night,
They HAUNT the ditches that formerly knew nothing BUT track,
As restless trees rustle in fear and darkly disappear,
While IVY clings to former stations, of long forgotten names.
The ghost of Beeching is nowhere to be found, now,
But a FAINT head of steam can be heard through the years,
Echoing its way down the spines of former lines and closures,
While the WILD woodlands hold their sinews FAST to country gained.
As under an arched Victorian brickwork bridge,
A cracked pinned-down blackened engine threatens a hopeless move,
As family seaside journeys of yesteryear silently suggest themselves
through the sallow breeze of NIGHT, and the GRUMBLING of DISTRESSED grass.
While HIDDEN an unmoved platform remains, under a shadowed lung of moss,
Standing to attention like an old soldier on last legs,
Saluting the bridge under the SOLEMN MOON of MIDNIGHT,
While weakly playing a lamented last post,
To the broken economic dreams of DEAD villages and Ruined Resorts.
Nature scared and scarred by the industrial past
clings to the life it has,
Fearing the potential railway renewal schemes.
And the soul of Britain’s railways Pre-Beeching, lying Dead,
Or Dying in the fields - Across decades,
Waiting for people that will never arrive,
From lost years,
And inbound trains that never set off,
Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting for the trains- that will NEVER come.
Rev Two-Sheds
Wed 10th Mar 2010 23:46
thanks chris - good to see you are still around - on my myspace [ http://www.myspace.com/revetwoshedsmuzak ] the is another sound file called 'Meat 'n' VoTinG sonG' ~ itzabit of laugh I spose - kindest regards - don't dissapera again for too long eh ? gov