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In The Blink Of An Eye ... Metal Horse

By: BITSxOFxKINKY

Page 1, Steam trains may be obsolete but will always hold a facination with me ....

In The Blink Of An Eye

With clashing of steel the metal horse flies

crunching and grinding, along as the rail sighs.

Fire flies, sparking beneath the alloy wheels,

metal on steel causing tortured squeals.

Roundel hooves making symmetrical locomotion,

hissing and panting overcoming any friction.

Steaming breath from the furnace burning

pushing and panting into pistons pumping.

Steam and smoke from the engine belching,

funnel wails its banshees siren screaming.

The iron steed drives forward picking up speed

fire filled heart released, unfettered, freed.

Clattering of rhythmic drumbeat resounding

echo the sound of a thousand cattle stampeding.

Roaring through fields in the blink of an eye

charging at speed, iron steed rushes by.

Hurrying past villages a quick hallo and adieu,

hills, fields, forests, and valleys passed through.

No slowing of pace the miles flyby

following the course of a river nearby.

Through tunnels, over bridges, the road crossings rattle,

a quick blast of horn scaring the sheep and the cattle.

Acknowledging the children who stood happily waving

at the thrill of seeing this iron horse passing.

Wind from the engine whips the sheets on a line,

in a garden right next to the rails mainline.

Passing an old man resting on a wooden turnstile

just stopped to view the countryside awhile.

Gradient rises gently slowing the trains speed,

the load behind him making it hard to succeed.

There is the summit the horse gains the crest

and rushes down slope never any time to rest.

The seven thirty seven cannot be late

must reach the town by eight twenty eight.

Slowing to a crawl at the city’s edge,

trudging by houses, shops and a cemetery hedge.

The bank manger in bowler hat and brolly

can set his watch by this old steam trolley.

The church with it's tall weathervane steeple,

cars and buses and all sorts of people.

The workman to work, the children to school

or the teenagers stood chatting or acting the fool.

Mums pushing prams off to do the shopping chore,

the giggling girl holding hands with the boy next door.

All of them seen in the blink of an eye

as the train moves onwards just passing by.

Huffing and puffing, screeching of hot brakes,

steel wheels on rails momentum gradually slakes.

As the magnificent steed slows it headlong flight

around the turn and the station draws into sight.

His journey done the metallic horse waits,

on the return journey he's towing loaded coal freights.

The old steam trains have long since passed

viewed in museums, part of our historical past.

The clattering, rattling, iron horse is laid to rest

replacing romance with the high speed express.

By Tracey Owen & R.B.Rueby

copyright June 2011

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