here rolled the wheels of industry
upon rail tracks long removed
neath the bridge on the lane
which adventured me homeward
on long ago schoolboy days
brambles grow where once those tracks
possessed the high embankments
over which i strolled in July\'s afternoon
from sports field runnings, home
for tea and buttered crumpets
. ten year old\'s secrets were made
. of cigarettes puffed by the pack
. and pennies placed on the track
. crushed flat by a hundred wheels
. hidden in drawers, never revealed
the impermanent permanent way
lost to history\'s forward path
lost are waggons of coal they mined
the jobs and their Grey Goose beer
lost are the tears over memories passage
. for those who could not journey to here