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By Steam Train

The big black engine snorting,
Driven by the  power of steam
The whistle blowing to trail
Far behind it's muted scream,
Forging through the night.
I'm safe and warm inside
Enjoying every single second
Of that comfortable ride
A sense of isolation
A feeling of escape
As we steam on through
A dark blurred landscape.
In that  intimate compartment
Almost like being in a cocoon
Half awake half dreaming until
Journey's end  all too soon.
Nothing quite as luxurious as
A long night journey by train,
Reality slowly returning to
A reluctantly waking brain.
Back out into a real world
Of noise cold and light
Waiting friends at the barrier
Coming slowly into sight.
The big black engine crouching
At the platform's very end.
Whispering a steamy goodbye
Almost like parting from a friend.

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