Shining ginger brown
heavy doors and windows
a bygone age
of whistle steam and smoke
waiting in the autumn sun
of an afternoon in Wales
pride in every brush stroke.
Doors ajar to cool
before the ride
Aberystwyth bound.
Two foot tracks
bifercate across the yard
cameras clicking welcome
clanking pistons hiss of steam
now we're ready,climb the steps
shut the doors,here comes the guard
return to child-hood days
nostalgia steam and smoke
Devils Bridge and aching legs
tea and cakes at four