PLAYING THE RAILINGS
Have you ever dragged a stick along a railed fence?
Listened to the clitter-clatter it made and thence
With eyes closed you were on a hissing train,
Clitter- clatter until you tripped and fell in pain.
The look of grandad’s railings seem perfect for the game,
I am sure there were no gaps he wanted to make things plain,
It would have to be continuous so unpaid folks can’t get in,
For Holymoor grounds many prizes for beauty did win.
The trees seem tall yet still quite young, some fragility,
I wish the type of tree he had given a hint to me
The plain, comes to mind but I could be all wrong,
And I would have noticed as I played my clitter clatter song.
Why not find a metal fence, if young, go on be free,
But if you are older await until no one can really see.
Then run a long stick along that fence and just dream
Of the big ‘Puffing Billy’ with his hissing steam.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 January 2005