Waiting at the station for the 9.15
And there’s a hustle and a bustle
And a whistle from afar.
Unawares, I turn behind
And I see the black express
Huffing and a puffing
As it pushes down the line.
A mystery of noises
A character immense
Belting through the station
At enormous speed.
A little bit of history
A huge amount of steam
Heavy locomotive
Fired up like a dream.
And in a flash it’s passing
Carriages astern
The Bournemouth Belle
Has chugged on through
And left us in a whirl.
When this train came through I was totally unprepared, obviously from the number of other people with their cameras at the ready – they weren’t – but what lovely start to a summer day it was.
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