poems by Rachel Green
Oh, this one is super. You make me mourn the loss of trains I don't have and long for rains that won't come.
This is just a narrow guage puffer that takes the children around the boating lake.
The fence looks like children holding hands - is it supposed to?
Oh nooo, have they closed the little track now? I used to love taking Ben around on that little train. How very sad. Great joiner.
Aims - no, it's just the way I photographed it.Gina - no, it isn't closed; that was a 'last train of the day' sign.
Oh silly me!
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Oh, this one is super. You make me mourn the loss of trains I don't have and long for rains that won't come.
This is just a narrow guage puffer that takes the children around the boating lake.
The fence looks like children holding hands - is it supposed to?
Oh nooo, have they closed the little track now? I used to love taking Ben around on that little train. How very sad. Great joiner.
Aims - no, it's just the way I photographed it.
Gina - no, it isn't closed; that was a 'last train of the day' sign.
Oh silly me!
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