What The Driver Saw by James Aitchison

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Aboard an old steam loco, 

many years ago,

the driver and the fireman 

worked by the firebox glow.

They stood upon the footplate,

wood layered over steel,

where the engine driver could

control the loco’s wheels.  

The fireman shovelled coal — 

he had no time to dream —

heating water in the boiler

to keep up lots of steam.

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