Model Railway Enthusiasts Poem by DM W

Cranky collectors and creators
Of a curious miniature world;
Dedicated to correct design;
Disciples of detail; colour and shade;
Driven by a childlike wonder of
Scaled down stations and handmade wagons.

Pedantic problem solvers engaged
In this surreal, microcosmic world;
Of cool, clockwork regularity;
Of quiescent tracks bordered by trees;
Of steam, diesel, electric engines;
Where finely painted passengers are
Always gently (ever so gently)
Depicted browsing newspapers;
Where commuters with stiff upper lips;
Patiently wait on pristine platforms;
Where sheep are forever grazing;
Fluffy white in evergreen fields;
Where the sun streams from the blue heavens;
Bathing everything in golden light.

Lost steam age of Albion that throbs
Longingly in fading memories;
Nostalgic dreaming for a time;
That never really was in truth;
A semblance of order for those so
Woefully out of tune and out of step
With the spirit of modern times.
It's a chance to play God for a while.