Viaduct

The viaduct on London Raod
Brighton, late at night
lit up blue with vibrancy
is a lovely sight

High above the city streets
with Victorian pride
to carry trains up there on which
so many people ride

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Brighton Greenway

High above the Brighton streets
on the old railway bed
Through the locomotive works
the Brighton Greenway led

The engines left here long ago
but their memory remains
Homage paid by sculptor’s hand
to Brighton’s long lost trains

Balcombe Viaduct II

Passing over Balcombe Viaduct
with winter fields down there
The memory of a leafy green
is distant now the trees are bare
Skeletal they stand forlorn
Winter has them in its grip
And it will still be quite a while
‘Til from that vice we’ll see a slip

Secret Places

It’s hidden by the railway line
unkempt for many years
and if the Signalman could see it now
he’s be reduced to tears
Once known as Railway Gardens
when the signal box was there
Nestled just behind the sign
that warned us “Trains – beware”

Beeching’s Blunder II

 

Caught the train as usual
but travelled back in time
The years slipped by like miles
along the Horsham line
The steeped and cut embankment
rebuilt and clear again
As clattering past the Shoreham points
sped my old steam train

Beeching’s Blunder

 

Later on tonight
With a beer to boot
We brothers meet
To plan a route

Railway Gardens

 

Beside the line at Shoreham
As “Railway Gardens” it is known
A copse of trees and bushes
Now sadly overgrown

Balcombe Viaduct

 

Beneath the Balcombe Viaduct
There are rabbits in the field
Oblivious to the trains above
Deep in the Sussex Weald

Copper and Diamond

On the railway-edge of

The borders of town,

January’s watchman lowers

Industrial warehouse evening shutters

On a wet gone-along day.

Railway Sidings

Brake chain (Photo credit: slambo_42)

Industrial wastage,

with rust iron landscape,

electronic call, signals

an urban escape.