Wilson Jefferson

(Lancashire, UK)

The Diesel

They dash along, the people stare,
Their acrid fumes, doth fill the air,
They may be fast, but beauty's sad.
Compared to what the railway had.

Their build is nothing but a tram,
Both ends we see, are but the same,
They come and go relentlessly,
But ne're a welcome flame to see.

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