the engine house kids
there were the engine sheds
where little boys polished their eyes
then there was the engine house
dilapidated grey stone powdered
powering no more the drams
that tipped the slag
that built the tips
half way up kilvey hill
down we came hungry
for toast at the fire
well buttered
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the trains were steam
the dream a turntable
saddle tanks and coal trucks
the shunter’s pole slipped links
buffers shone
clattering squeaks
shush shush
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