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The Steam Engine in 1953
Took my Mum, my Dad, John and Me
Down to the silver sea
Smoke billowing out of chimney stack
Turning windowed faces black
Clattering and clanging along the track
The Steam Engine in 1953
Took my Mum, my Dad, John and Me
Down to the silver sea
Who glimpsed first sight
Who saw the shimmer
The tunnel made eyes dimmer
But then the sun pierced the black
The Steam Engine climbed and creaked the track
Rolling through the hills towards the sea
My Mum, my Dad, John and Me
Those Weymouth days so full of fun
Those golden beaches
That sparkling sun
I see the photo
I smell the air
In those long lost days I had no care
But to share me time with you so free
Down beside that spakling sea
The Steam Engine in 1953
Took my Mum, my Dad, John and Me
Down to the silver sea
A poem inspired by a black & white photograph taken on holiday in 1953 whilst on a boat trip around Weymouth harbour, Dorset, England. I was the ripe old age of three; water plays a great part in our lives, us islanders!
Try writing to a photograph, choose one that is a treasured memory it really works.
Good writing
DAVE WEBB
Performance Poet
West Yorkshire, UK
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