For As The Final Train Appeared Comments

Our yesterdays are disappearing, no matter to us how endearing our little world, the life we led, like our ancestor's are now dead i can see the stations windows gleam, trains running under, the power of steam exited voices, tears of joy, memories, when as a boy! thank you for taking me back Andrew

Andrew, you're expression dances around the page with such elegance, beautifully written........you always paint a stunning portrait for the viewer, Thank you Andrew for sharing your amazing gift. Tips hat.....you are a fine poet sir *10* best wishes Jon

Alison has just said what I was feeling, When you give: You give your all! ! Perfect! ! ! Love duncan X

You have a wonderful ear for poetry, Andrew. Your rhythmic inventiveness always pleases. This one has the romantic nostalgia of something written in the last century - you share your regret with warmth and a fine attention to detail. Excellent write. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Another wonderfully inspiring write, Andrew. It's always a bit sad to remember, fondly, things from the past, knowing the newer generations will not appreciate their significance.I suppose the last generation probably felt the same way. An enjoyable read, indeed. Thank you. Richard

Those olden days of coal and steam, alas they're now a faded dream. Sad and true! ! An elegant poem of days gone by Andrew! ! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad