Out of Steam

Out of Steam He stands in a shed, no longer used Remembering times when he cruised Upon shining rails of cold hard metal A steam locomotive in finest fettle His paintwork did so brightly gleam Pistons pumping, powered with steam Proud to be hauling his rolling stock Arriving on time to the station clock He pulled his coaches filled with folks Children laughing and telling jokes Going on their holidays to the seaside Some on a very first steam train ride Flying past forests, field and stream Building a good strong head of steam The folk would wave as he flew past His powerful pistons pumping fast Then came the diesel engines instead The age of steam was officially dead He stands in a shed, no longer used Remembering times when he cruised