A whistle, a puff of steam and a smile

Sitting in the sunshine
with a welcome cup of tea
I heard a far off whistle
echoing ‘cross the green valley
And there, across the fields
with a puff of whitened steam
a train left Bodiam station
trundling through the Sussex green

Beeching’s Blunder

 

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