This big engine keeps on towing;
diesel roaring, motion flowing
down along the track to somewhere.
Rock and rolling through the sea air.
In a blur the world speeds by,
flashing colours past my eyes.
Sunlight glinting off the waves,
passing rugged coves and caves.
Wake me when this traction ends,
and our locomotion wends
down to the sea, and we have halted.
One more bag of ready salted.
Steve Wheeler © 6 May, 2022
Photo by Steve Wheeler
