David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com


.5. Clickerty Clack


In the distance steam clouds rising
Train approaches not surprising
Rusty rails with shiny topping
Flashes by and won’t be stopping

Bang on time and not before
Carriages are full once more
Little faces pressed to glass
Waving madly as they pass

Through the countryside it races
Lots of happy smiling faces
Bags of toffee’s sweets all boiled
Engine wheels turn free well oiled

Picnic baskets for the beach
Every family have one each
Gingham clothes to lie on sand
Flasks and cups for tea to hand

Green and black brass all shiny
Flashing past now getting tiny
Six hours later they’ll be back
Homeward bound on shiny track


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Submitted: Saturday, October 04, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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