The Railways Lost Heritage Poem by James Tipp

In the quiet of the forest lies a track so straight and clear
It’s an echo of another age that suddenly comes near
In the setting of the sun comes the shadow of a dream
Listen to the ghostly sounds the clanking and the steam
Then hurtling down this forest glade an engine puffing loud
The rails all glistening in the light the carriages gleaming proud
This path a well used highway for the people of the past
Now has the ghostly echo just when the day is past
When imagination makes her presence felt listen to the dream
Hears the hissing of the pistons driven by the steam
See the heads outside the windows as the train goes clanking by
Smell the steam and oily water as she passes with a sigh.