Off the Rails, a Poem About a Train
Introduction to the Poem
In a reply to my comment on one of his recent articles, Eric's Sunday Sermon, My "Station" in Life" my friend Eric Dierker suggested that I write a story about my time in the Railways.
"John I had forgotten that history of yours. I can't help it. Trains are romantic to me. Please tell us a story or 45 about working there. I even think people act differently at train stations. Just me I suppose."
That made me realise that although I was employed in the railways for 17 years I have never really written a 'train' inspired poem. Thank you, Eric, for the suggestion. So, here it is.
Off the Rails
The locomotive rattles by,
Its wheels hugging the rails.
No slowing down through crossings,
Don't let those boom-gates fail.
It pulls into the station,
Freight to collect and drop.
Air brakes restrict its progress,
Slowly screeching to a stop.
Many different carriages
For livestock, fuel, and goods,
Rushing by the landscape,
Through city, desert, woods.
The Driver and the Fireman
Guide the charging beast,
Steady eyes fixed straight ahead,
Controlling speed at least.
Some foolish individuals
May try to race the devil,
Not stopping for red flashing lights
At crossings known as "level."
They play a game of chicken
With rampaging tonnes of steel,
Putting lives at danger
Scant minutes for to steal.
The driver honks a warning
As he sees danger ahead.
The brakes scream as they skid on rail,
But freight trains can't stop dead.
Their pick up truck could beat the train,
So thought the likely lads,
But engines can stall now and then
And timing's often bad.
A crash of steel assails the ears,
The engineer stares cold,
As like some origami crane
The car crumples in folds.
To risk your life in games of chance,
Will ultimately fail,
Especially tag team with a train,
It's all just off the rails.
© 2019 John Hansen