Scent Of A Train
For Noel Charles “Charlie” Falk, a Station Master
A feeling of
Something ferrous and hot
Wafts into my nostrils.
Is my car alight?
It gave me a fright!
But
The there was no warning
Light or tones.
Then I knew.
Yes, that familiar aroma,
I recalled the sound
Of metal on metal
And its smell,
A scent of a train.
I felt at home
Again,
As memories traveled
To accompany me.
All those homes
We inhabited.
By the rails,
And Dad,
In uniform,
On standby,
Flag and whistle
At the ready,
Ensuring another train
was steady
To recommence
It’s passage.
Simon C.J. Falk 21 August 2017
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