Trains – Day 6, 2018 – Line breaks

Train to Wairoa 001

Trains

 

ran the line past our house

every day.

Many trains

ran this way or, from

this way south.

 

At that time it was simply the best, and easiest

of transport for the return journey after a full day out,

a bus having taken us

to our returning station from the centre

of town.

 

At the railway station

we sometimes had to wait for the overnighter,

the one which travelled the length of the island

and took priority on the main track;

stopped for sandwiches and coffee,

and some people bought pillows

while we watched on

slipping from the platform on the other side

of the building

and then back to our train

backed up on the siding

waiting

and waiting

and waiting;

sometimes until nine in the evening

for our slow train to move on.

That’s what they called them – slow trains,

but we were used to that in the country and

that was a long time ago.

 

When the overnighter had gone

we quickly clambered on

to our few carriages

and all the brakes were off

as the train driver got up steam. A few miles

down the line, his now sluggish and sleepy passengers

finally at their destination. Yeah, there

was our house

over the bridge

down the road a block or two

just near a fence where another train

was again passing through

before we even reached our backdoor.

Those were the days

when we had no option

but to take

the slow train home.

 

Benita H. Kape © 6.4.2018

NaPoWriMo 2018 image

 

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