Edward Hickley

Edward Hickley Poems

The Best Poem Of Edward Hickley

Nights Of Steam Trains

The minister's dog's puff,
The sigh of the steam train,
A cloud's silent groan as it rains down on the land.
The shovelling of coal,
The roaring of the fire.
The grunts of the stoker as he works into the night.

All the raindrops and the puffs of smoke,
All the barks and the grunts,
All the footsteps and the crickets.

Oh how it feels to be a train man,
Oh how it feels to be a minister,
Oh how it feels to be a dog,
Oh how it feels to be a stoker.

The silence of the night is no more,
As I roam again,
Across the moonlight.

Edward Hickley Comments