This poem is dedicated to my grand children and other children.
PUFFING BILLY RAILWAY
Our first ride on Billy, a puffing steam train;
Sit on the ledge of open-sided carriage, no fain.
Flag signal, cord pull, train puffs and whistle;
Woo-woo, the engine blows smoke, we chuckle.
Strange sound in the air, train pulls into forest;
Flashes: ferns, bush, valleys, scenes with interest.
Passes Bridge and stations, and end in a pretty park;
The Heritage Ride is a spark and cherished landmark.
PS I am unable to insert my video of the moving Puffing Billy Steam Railway in this posting.