Mouldsworth
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Barry Smith
Like many people I find railways peaceful places, even dismantled ones. However, it is as they are now, not how they were that captivates me.
Mouldsworth Railway Station 2006
Spectral flower beds and pots
Are sometimes seen so it goes,
That sneeze their rapturous wheeze
Above a whiff of oily steam,
But I’ve never glimpsed or sensed such,
Nor imagined how once it was
When tended as a labour of love.
Blank, seatless platforms remain,
No tickets purchased or clipped.
All wait through what Mother throws
Shifting their weight from foot to foot.
Buildings plead please, please come and hold me
Or just put me down; make an end
Now, while my signal box is still manned.
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