Another World Express
Clicking along the tracks of time,
A huge engine came.
Steadily, determinedly pulling cars.
Pullman carriages from past eras,
When trains were really trains.
Out here on Sleaford’s platform,
The anoraks, the spotters congregate.
And I realise this is unusual,
Where is my local train?
Maybe I’m Harry Potter,
Stepping onto the weird steps.
Going into another more surreal,
Time of passionate hearts.
Had I stepped out of here?
The way things are,
Became all fuzzy, confused,
But oh so wonderfully reminiscent.
“All aboard,” the guards’ shout.
“Mind the gap,” a cautionary word.
And then we are rolling stock,
Off into the world of dreams.
So many faces I can see,
Laughing with joy, a memory,
Of days when innocence,
Was known amongst them.
Turning wheels dragging faster,
Our passage easing homeward.
And I notice I’ve become,
Relaxed, renewed, faith added,
For something much more simple.
Courted here, ghosts of passage,
Better knowing how valuable life,
Was spun on friendships’ days.
Witness I, of fairness given,
Towards each passenger here-in,
Seated in comforts hand.
My jaunt here,
Into tranquil thoughts and memory,
Has left tears in my eyes.
The tiny platform of home,
Now draws closer,
And with it the sadness.
I alight, yet not alone,
But gone now is the mood,
Where I have felt peace.
Stretched away into time,
Those carriages move away,
And with them a fonder memory.
My tiny blessing to see,
The Orient Express passing through.
A strange coincidental gift,
And a powerful after taste lingers,
Watching her disappearing now.
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