Branch Line Louie and His Stories in Rhyme
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Transportation, Railroads, Fiction & Literature, Poetry, British & Irish
| Author: | Puffing Louie | ISBN: | 9781909270251 |
| Publisher: | eBookPartnership.com | Publication: | April 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | eBookPartnership.com | Language: | English |
| Author: | Puffing Louie |
| ISBN: | 9781909270251 |
| Publisher: | eBookPartnership.com |
| Publication: | April 4, 2013 |
| Imprint: | eBookPartnership.com |
| Language: | English |
This truly unique and exciting book tells the story of transport in rhyme , centred around a little G.W.R Dock Tank No.1361. The beautifully illustrated pictures, in pen and ink, aims to promote and recall memories of how we used to travel in days gone by. Paying tribute to all of the dedicated people who spend their time lovingly renovating trains, cars, buses, lorries, airplanes and bikes in their efforts to keep our branch lines and heritage alive. This book also helps to promote English, prose, History, Geography, Engineering, friendship and loyalty as well as the community spirit the transport industry can bring. This first poem, brings to life transport and provides a taste of what is to come. We hope you enjoy the book.
Our Branch Line
We had a little station, at the bottom of our lane
T'was nice to sit upon the fence, to watch those old steam trains
They only had three carriages behind an old green tank
The people had the driver and the Fireman to thank
For getting them to places where they had to be on time
Those railway staff worked busy, keeping open our branch line
A level crossing just before the sloping platform edge
And passing loop beyond the box where engines used to rest
The station masters' really good and did his staff quite proud
And passengers all loved him, he stood out from the crowd
So pleasant just to listen, while the bluebirds used to sing
Only to be broken by the bell that used to ding
Besides the single engine shed, the small good yards was there
With produce sent to market, for each and all to share
The signal drops, the guard he pops and blows his whistle hard
He waved his flag, a hiss of steam and slowly it moves off
A wheel slip at the junction, as they pass the water crane
Where engines fill up briskly, on their way down to the main
The whistle blows out loudly, in the tunnel it does go
We only have six minutes, by they clock that's never slow
To run off with out schoolmates, to get inside the gate
For otherwise we're kept behind, if ever we were late
Those summer days have long since gone, I wish they still were here
Oh! Happy times remembered, those days of yesteryear.
Our Branch Line
We had a little station, at the bottom of our lane
T'was nice to sit upon the fence, to watch those old steam trains
They only had three carriages behind an old green tank
The people had the driver and the Fireman to thank
For getting them to places where they had to be on time
Those railway staff worked busy, keeping open our branch line
A level crossing just before the sloping platform edge
And passing loop beyond the box where engines used to rest
The station masters' really good and did his staff quite proud
And passengers all loved him, he stood out from the crowd
So pleasant just to listen, while the bluebirds used to sing
Only to be broken by the bell that used to ding
Besides the single engine shed, the small good yards was there
With produce sent to market, for each and all to share
The signal drops, the guard he pops and blows his whistle hard
He waved his flag, a hiss of steam and slowly it moves off
A wheel slip at the junction, as they pass the water crane
Where engines fill up briskly, on their way down to the main
The whistle blows out loudly, in the tunnel it does go
We only have six minutes, by they clock that's never slow
To run off with out schoolmates, to get inside the gate
For otherwise we're kept behind, if ever we were late
Those summer days have long since gone, I wish they still were here
Oh! Happy times remembered, those days of yesteryear.
This truly unique and exciting book tells the story of transport in rhyme , centred around a little G.W.R Dock Tank No.1361. The beautifully illustrated pictures, in pen and ink, aims to promote and recall memories of how we used to travel in days gone by. Paying tribute to all of the dedicated people who spend their time lovingly renovating trains, cars, buses, lorries, airplanes and bikes in their efforts to keep our branch lines and heritage alive. This book also helps to promote English, prose, History, Geography, Engineering, friendship and loyalty as well as the community spirit the transport industry can bring. This first poem, brings to life transport and provides a taste of what is to come. We hope you enjoy the book.
Our Branch Line
We had a little station, at the bottom of our lane
T'was nice to sit upon the fence, to watch those old steam trains
They only had three carriages behind an old green tank
The people had the driver and the Fireman to thank
For getting them to places where they had to be on time
Those railway staff worked busy, keeping open our branch line
A level crossing just before the sloping platform edge
And passing loop beyond the box where engines used to rest
The station masters' really good and did his staff quite proud
And passengers all loved him, he stood out from the crowd
So pleasant just to listen, while the bluebirds used to sing
Only to be broken by the bell that used to ding
Besides the single engine shed, the small good yards was there
With produce sent to market, for each and all to share
The signal drops, the guard he pops and blows his whistle hard
He waved his flag, a hiss of steam and slowly it moves off
A wheel slip at the junction, as they pass the water crane
Where engines fill up briskly, on their way down to the main
The whistle blows out loudly, in the tunnel it does go
We only have six minutes, by they clock that's never slow
To run off with out schoolmates, to get inside the gate
For otherwise we're kept behind, if ever we were late
Those summer days have long since gone, I wish they still were here
Oh! Happy times remembered, those days of yesteryear.
Our Branch Line
We had a little station, at the bottom of our lane
T'was nice to sit upon the fence, to watch those old steam trains
They only had three carriages behind an old green tank
The people had the driver and the Fireman to thank
For getting them to places where they had to be on time
Those railway staff worked busy, keeping open our branch line
A level crossing just before the sloping platform edge
And passing loop beyond the box where engines used to rest
The station masters' really good and did his staff quite proud
And passengers all loved him, he stood out from the crowd
So pleasant just to listen, while the bluebirds used to sing
Only to be broken by the bell that used to ding
Besides the single engine shed, the small good yards was there
With produce sent to market, for each and all to share
The signal drops, the guard he pops and blows his whistle hard
He waved his flag, a hiss of steam and slowly it moves off
A wheel slip at the junction, as they pass the water crane
Where engines fill up briskly, on their way down to the main
The whistle blows out loudly, in the tunnel it does go
We only have six minutes, by they clock that's never slow
To run off with out schoolmates, to get inside the gate
For otherwise we're kept behind, if ever we were late
Those summer days have long since gone, I wish they still were here
Oh! Happy times remembered, those days of yesteryear.
