Creaking carriages, stuttering slow,
children wave and off we go,
speed parts their innocent smiles,
blurred black and white platform tiles,
rocking rhythm, cracked record style.
Squat country cottages – you smile so!
Good things in garden plots grow,
sentried by slap-dash lean to‘s:
mismatched timber, weathered hues
all held by rusty nails or screws.
Shuttling, shouting – engines go!
pistons tandem not solo;
engines applaud, shunting the sun,
pilgrimage long distance now begun,
freighting blessings by the ton.
Soon rural station shouts hello!
Energetic engines start to slow,
window down, burnt peat
and porridge oats in air smell sweet;
cocks crow, cows moan, sheep bleat.
Workers shout that train must go!
Giddy swallows glide down low,
old fashion station in need of care;
hand shields eyes from summer glare,
manure perfumes Portarlington air…