The Train Driver (For Alan) Poem by Catherine Casey

Rising at the darkest hour
When stars are gleaming bright.
Committed man with driving dower,
Left family tucked in tight.


Setting out to work place
On a ten mile cycle ride.
Nocturnal creatures hiding face.
His torch light shone out wide.


Sentry street lights witnessed,
Through orange hues the view.
Master of steam in swiftness,
Carrying early morning dew.


The sound of cranking gears -
Sturmey Archer cogs and chain.
Somehow echo through the years.
Matching resonance again.


'For my children asleep.
For my wife in bed.
For my hobby to keep.
For our daily bread'.


Year on year before his car -
Ford Anglia was his dream.
His trusty cycle took him far.
That gentleman of steam.