At The Footbridge Poem by Barry Stebbings

At the footbridge where we would stand,
Watching steam trains, hand in hand.
The whistle blew, we shrieked with fright
And waved with excitement and delight,
Watching steam trains, hand in hand.
As locomotives steamed into sight
In rhythmic puffing, smoke, and light
At the footbridge where we would stand
When you were nine and I was ten.
Passengers waved to us, way back then.
Time passed with each passing train
And we would never return again.
Passengers waved to us, way back then,
Two children standing hand in hand,
In that past and fast fading land,
When you were nine and I was ten.