Ghosts of Middlewich Station Poem


I take my place on the cold platform
Tis’ nothing new it’s quite the norm
Facing South I watch and wait
Should’ve been here by half past eight

I stand and wait to see my boy
When he arrives I’ll jump for joy
They let him out at dawn today
For misdemeanours he did pay

The station master locks his door
This starry night he’ll work no more
Bids me goodnight, it’s oh so late
Say’s ‘When you go please close the gate’

‘I will kind sir see you tomorrow’
He looks at me with such deep sorrow
For he’ll be back same time next night
A slow train stops, no one alights.

A fast train roars through without a hitch
For trains stop no more at Middlewich
The station master he’s mine host
But alas like me also a ghost



About Trevor Burton

Born in Manchester Trevor began writing after a lengthy career in Finance. He now divides his time, between Cheshire, and the Algarve, Portugal. When not busy writing or blogging Trevor keeps fit by playing Golf, Jogging, Swimming, and Cycling Books are available on Amazon. For more information go to:
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