Standing on the platform,
Waiting for the train,
Our Saturday trip to Ponty,
Is finally here again.
Racing into Woolworths,
Money tight in hand,
To buy the latest record,
Sung by my favourite band.
Then, over to the Butchers stall,
As happy as can be!
Mam, has to buy a joint of beef,
And a piece of hock for tea.
Strolling through the market stalls,
Traders shouting loud!
Looking for something special,
Amongst the bustling crowd.
Back to catch the train now,
To the station cafe for tea,
Mam enjoys a natter,
It's pop and crisps for me.
Arriving at the platform,
The sound of the Merthyr train,
I can't wait for next week,
To do it all again!
Jayne Davies
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