Poem – The Engine. 22March 2021.

(C) Kevin Jones 2021

Imagine – The Engine by Kevin Jones.

It is late winter time and soon it will be Spring,

I know the time of year as the birds that share my shed all begin to sing.

Today I return to the track after a winter’s rest.

I cannot wait to move my wheels when I leave “my nest”.

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Five thirty in the morning and I been woken up by Stan,

As he goes around my driver’s cab with his oily can.

He oils all my valves everything needs a drink,

Before moving outside to oil the mighty links.

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Stan is joined by Will – he will be the fireman today,

A natural with steam engines a great driver he will make one day.

Will’s job is to light a fire in my firebox hole,

He starts it off with paper, kindling and then adds bits of coal.

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I am beginning to warm up as it was cold last night in my shed,

I am lucky really as at least I have a dry bed.

There is a lot of chatter about some wireless show,

The next thing they are cooking bacon, on a shovel, in my fiery glow.

Fred suddenly exclaims “Will we are at 200 psi it’s time to make our move”,

After a few pushes of my levers I am ready to get into the groove.

Our journey today will take us to the western coast,

I love going on this trip as I get as warm as toast.

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We are then met by Horace he is the station boss,

He started work in the engine shop and is as strong as any “hoss”.

“Leave in 10 minutes and not a second more,

I will be watching that you leave on time from the station door”.

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We are on our way with Will feeding coal in me,

Stan blows my whistle every time a “W” sign he sees.

It was becoming a lovely trip – the flowers breaking through,

Stan and Will were chatting still and enjoying the view.

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Soon the day is over and we are on our way back home,

We have travelled over the land and glimpsed the seas foam.

I was able to catch up with old friends all along the way,

I will be a tired and happy engine when tonight my head I lay.

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It has been a lovely day I hope it to be repeated,

I like the fact that I have taken six carriage worth – all seated.

The customers tumble out the carriage doors to take a pic of me,

I hope that you will join me next time I travel to the sea.

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