A proud, regal, majestic and elegant machine,
She's a magnificent sight, this metal powered dream
Pulsating over hundreds of miles of railway track,
Never once to be found, ever looking back,
Onward with a purpose, watch how she races,
Visiting destinations, in so many far off places,
Pushing on, with such vigorous determination,
Giving not one thought, or one moment's hesitation,
Dedicated loyal service, she's an engine so supreme,
That romantic iron lady, from the golden age of steam.
© Ernestine Northover
This is a very nice, melodious poem. I like the creative symbolism you used. I invite you to read and comment.
Ah how beautiful to find an iron lady with a heart. Lovely poem could almost drink it in Oh for the romance of steam the engine. Love Duncan
Good stuff ernie...but why can it not be an Iron man? nice dave
I thought this was going to be a tribute to the former prime minister Thatcher, or W or Tony, glad to find it wasn't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fitting tribute to a great and mighty beast!