Chasing The Train

Two young boys ran down the lane,
Playing the game of chasing the train,
As it puffed its way proudly along,
Chugging out its rhythmic song.
This was of course, the age of steam,
Engines were then, an Engineers dream,
Producing such mighty pulling power,
Travelling onwards, hour after hour.

Over steel tracks, tearing up the miles,
Oh, you should have seen the happy smiles,
That emanated, seemingly with such an ease,
From enthusiasts who had tried to squeeze
Into the carriages all swaying along,
They too just loved the rhythmic song,
And waved to the two young boys in the lane,
Playing the game of, chasing the train.


Copyright: Ernestine Northover

stevenstirk
Such a shame that this is a bygone era. These days I only see them in the Welsh mountains. Todays trains are graded on the speed that they pelt along the tracks.

Fay Slimm
This verse is metered perfectly to match the rhythmic pattern of trains. A young boy's dream was chasing the steam-trains.

carol
really exciting i too loved trains as a kid

Sandra Martyres
A sweet poem Ernestine....steam engines were so exciting..I agree with you it was a thrill to both travel in them and even just watch them chug along the tracks..