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Scott Runciman

 

Neilston Station Poem

100 years down the line, Passing trees made of pine, Big steam engines rushing post, Ever so scary, yet ever so fast, They were made out of steel, Creating a grey, gloomy feet, Wheels spinning, pistons churning, All the while the coal is burning, Rain, sleet, hail, snow, None of these will make this mighty monster slow.

Scott Runciman 51

Eastwood High School