Ian Keenan


Visiting The Office - Poem by Ian Keenan

At Temple Meads
The office block was red
And dingy,
Half hidden at the bottom of the
Taxi rank.

A couple of times
Dad showed us
Where he worked,
An open office of
Telegraph levers,
The bosses lurking dark
Behind the walls.

Morse code was used,
All tappity-tap,
And dad was adept
Routing trains
Across the West.

We used his office pads
At home for notes and homework,
The Telegraph brand
Across the top,
Me proudly showing
My mates at school
How Dad was keeping
Train wheels turning
In the world.

The office block is gone now,
A space waiting
For its re-incarnation,
And dad will still be there,
Tapping out his messages,
Driving home to us,
Smiling.

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  • (10/16/2016 10:02:00 AM)


    This writer obviously has an intense love of family, it comes through in a number of his poems. I know Bristol pretty well and I can picture in my mind exactly the building he is describing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, December 7, 2015


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