DEAD LINE

 

DEAD LINE

To town’s east I oft will go

Skirt on by a long hedgerow

Pausing on my life’s swift blur

To think anew of all you were

Tis still here now, like picture scene

Safe and calm and quite serene

Yet feel again that little thrill

That you were back and could still kill!

Tis all fancy, merest dream

You’ll know no more the rush of steam

No whistle-cry nor warning shout

'Stead birds and peace are all about

No more scope for George’s tricks

This dead line is safe as bricks!

Yet here where opened Future‘s door

The trees recall the engine’s roar

And if no more a work in Time

For lost past we all may pine

So out here I stand and frown

For glory days of Quaker Town