Trent Valley Station
I'm telling you there was magic there
In the smoke and sulphur evening's shroud,
The porter cried out "Mind the doors!"
With clouds of smoke and hiss of steam
Onward flying through the dark
The bacon sizzled merrily
The loaded trolleys rattled past
A military gentleman
A crowd of nurses giggled past
For Harold, John and Ben and I
For this, our meeting place each week
But time must pass and we grew up;
And Harold, John and Ben and I
Harry Bird was born in Yorkshire, England and educated at Nuneaton Grammar School. He Retired in 1995 after a career in plant engineering. Married with two sons he is now now living in a small village in N. Warwickshire. His poetry and short stories have been published in British and South African magazines and he has had much success in festivals with his work.
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