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Emma Staniforth

 

Neilston Station

The bus takes me to Neilston Station, Second part of my transportation; Early morning outward journey The Eastwood High, my place of learning.

Neilston platform cold and bleak, People milling, some don't speak, Children shoving, grown?ups shrugging, Then up the line the train comes chugging.

A whole centenary the place has stood; Track and platf orm still look good. The age of steam has passed on by, Electric now is how we ride.

Inside the carriage it's hard to bear; Some old ladies sit and stare, Probably can't believe we're there. Fighting, shouting without a care.

Homeward bound at half past three, Patterton f irst then home for tea. Not so much aggravation As the train pulls into Neilston Station.

Emma Staniforth s1
Eastwood High School