” Efficiency is the ratio of useful work to resources expended. In other words, the ratio of the output to the input of a given system.”
They say steam engines were
Yet they worked and so
Were icons of their time.
Their powerful engines hissed
As their gliding pistons swished
And the big wheels steadily turned
Upon the line.
Journeying far ‘cross country
Along parallel lines of track
Their smokestacks burning brightly
There and back.
Generations mourn their passing
And old engines they have rescued
All from the scrap.
They hammer and they chisel
Blacksmithing with a sizzle
Engineering perfect pieces
Of great size.
And when the engine’s finished
They admire her in her glory
Resurrected into power
To run once more.
Then the new steam comes a-fizzing,
From the smoke-stack wildly hissing
And along the lines it’s whizzing
Inefficient maybe yes.
But do we care?
For that old engine it is running
And faithfully it is pulling
Is it not a most amazing sight to see?
And to smell the soot and grime
Feel the rhythm of the line
Is a special thing for all,
Poem and photo copyright to Englepip©