I stand upon the railway bridge
And see the tracks below,
The same place as I stood before
So many years ago,
I see the empty platform now
Save for the trees and grass,
Which have replaced the people there
Those times have gone alas.
For now so many things have changed
Since early childhood days,
Across the lines the station stood
At which I used to gaze,
The trains no longer stop here
But continue on their way,
With their loads of stone and coal
Yet memories always stay.
The water tank no longer stands
Beside the arch of black,
Now just the scattered bricks remain
Beside that lonely track,
The signal box has gone as well
Embankments overgrown,
So stark the view from this old bridge
On which I stand alone.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-stand-upon-the-railway-bridge/
