| General Poetry
posted September 24, 2019 |
Two boys to the rescue
Once upon a happy time in days that are long gone,
two lads put on their coats and took their stools to sit upon.
They went down to the little bridge that spanned the railway line
and waited for the first steam train that came just after nine.
They saw the clouds of smoke, and heard the whistle as it neared,
and then they stood and waved their hands as soon as it appeared.
The engine driver flapped his rag and pulled the whistle chain:
the boys then laughed and shouted loudly, "Pull on it again!"
One day the train was overdue; the two lads wondered why.
Then clambered down the bank after they'd heard a frightful cry.
Around the bend, they found the train, its engine on its side!
They sprinted down the railway line and hoped no one had died.
They saw the engine-driver; he was trapped upon the ground.
He hollered out, "Go get some help from anyone around."
When one lad told him he would go; his friend should stay behind
to search the carriages for any hurt folk he might find.
There weren't too many passengers, but none of them could stand,
he told them all his friend had gone to get a helping hand.
Then suddenly another thought came to him in a flash,
he told them all they'd be alright, but now he had to dash.
He went back to the driver, who he saw was worried too.
The time was going on for ten...another train was due!
The lad bent down and put his ear upon the railway track
he felt the train's vibrations, as it went clickity-clack.
He ran back to the passengers, he needed a red flag,
had anyone got something red, perhaps a piece of rag?
A lady called and said that he could have part of her skirt,
another man said he would tear a piece off his red shirt.
With rag in hand, the lad ran off to see what he could do,
he had to stop the coming train - he couldn't let it through.
He ran as fast as he could go and held the flag up high,
he saw the train and hoped that he could catch the driver's eye.
His luck was in, the train slowed down, it seemed to take so long.
The driver jumped down from his cab and asked him what was wrong.
The lad explained, and off they ran, some passengers came too.
They all had one thing on their mind - to see what they could do.
By then his friend had brought some help, they all wanted to try
to get the injured taken to the hospital nearby.
It took a while, but soon the passengers were on their way
back home, or to the hospital, it had been quite a day!
The boys' reward? They both stood on the footplate of the train,
and every time they saw someone -- they pulled the whistle chain!
~~oOo~~
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