An Old Steam Train

An old steam train set off once more
Full to the brim, people almost out the door
With an almighty toot and a straining heave
Leaving me on the platform alone to grieve

Now I'm left staring at these ruggedly tracks
Hoping one day that it might come back
Just a memory of where you have gone
Left wondering of you what has become

Its journey I do not know nor could ever tell
I imagine where it may lie, which is just as well
Past the rolling hills and beside the flat plains
Burrowing through the mountain, hidden from the rains

Weaving through the valleys by the soft green grass
Quietly different animals alike watch it noisily pass
Down by the beaches and along rickety old cliffs
Ocean winds blowing the sand as the tide gently drifts

Rising and falling like the sun in the pale blue sky
Winding through deep forests, trees whipping by
Back into the open past a farmer, his fields and crop
Onward it continues drawing nearer to its final stop

Further & further away from the station and me
My only hope is that you are now complete, free
Now I make haste to leave also, depart my lee
To carve your name out upon our dying tree

By Pete Scopes