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Joanne Turnbull

 

The Lost Journey

Standing on the platform, Waiting all alone, looking round sadly, Can't wait to get home.

Hissing surrounds me, Spluttering and clanking; Finally the train arrives, Moaning and panting.

Swinging open the door, Arriving at the scene, Of a crowded carriage, Messy, unclean.

Finally I find a seat, Breathing out a sigh, Looking out the window, I watch the view go by.

Light, puffy clouds of smoke, Moving swiftly past, I think of all the good times here; This will be the last.

Train sways from side to side, Smells arise in the air, But I'm too busy sleeping, To notice or to care.

A jerk awakes me from my dreams, I strain and rub my eyes, I step outside and look around, To get a big surprise.

For Neilston Station's been open, For one hundred years, I look at the well?known landmark, My eyes fiII up with tears!

Joanne Turnbull s2
Eastwood High School