Two young boys ran down the lane, <br />Playing the game of chasing the train, <br />As it puffed its way proudly along, <br />Chugging out its rhythmic song, <br />This was of course the age of steam, <br />Engines were then, an Engineers dream, <br />Producing such mighty pulling power, <br />Travelling onwards, hour after hour. <br /> <br />Over steel tracks, tearing up the miles, <br />Oh, you should have seen the happy smiles, <br />That emanated, seemingly with such an ease, <br />From enthusiasts who had tried to squeeze, <br />Into the carriages all swaying along, <br />They too just loved the rhythmic song, <br />And waved to the two young boys in the lane, <br />Playing the game of chasing the train. <br /> <br /> <br />This was inspired by a watercolour of two boys running alongside a steam engine travelling through the countryside parallel with a country lane. The picture was painted by Don Breckon '77. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasing-the-train/
