The fireman shovelled on the coal, <br />The driver blew the whistle; <br />The coaches lurched - away we went, <br />Through heather and the thistle. <br /> <br />The rain was cold and bleaching down, <br />Though I didn't have a care; <br />The countryside was flying by, <br />And wind blew through my hair. <br /> <br />The speed amazed me as we went, <br />The way we travelled on; <br />In the fields the sheep looked up, <br />And scattered all as one. <br /> <br />Clickety clack the wheels went round, <br />Driven by the power, <br />Of steam and smoke - and wheel and spoke, <br />At sixty miles an hour. <br /> <br />A mile a minute traveling now, <br />Speeding forth with grace; <br />My heart stood still, <br />As we climed the hill, <br />To the crest at such a pace. <br /> <br />Down the hill we went this time, <br />Full speed and going with ease; <br />The driver blew the whistle again, <br />As we travelled through the trees. <br /> <br />Past the level crossing gates, <br />We flew with such a pace, <br />The children stood and waved at us, <br />A smile upon each face. <br /> <br />Slowing down apporoaching now, <br />The platform of the station, <br />The thrill had gone- <br />When the brakes came on, <br />For the journeys termination.<br /><br />Trevor Jenkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-train-journey/
