As we go

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Monday, 21 March 2011

Any kind of snow

As a boy
he worked as a fireman
on the local branch line,
and in the winter
the driver could judge
exactly the right moment
to apply the brakes
so that the train
would slide down the hill
into Much Wenlock
and come to a stop
outside
the Station Master’s office.


John H Davies
21st March 2011 


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