The steam locomotive glistened motionless
in the railway museum
as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab
handling the large levers
children’s sticky fingers touching so keen
upon this magnificent machine!
From a different age of public transport
countless numbers travelled
holiday makers hard pressed commuters
during those days of steam
preserved by railway preservation groups
restored for the fun to recoup!
The engine resprayed in its original livery
pride filled the workers
bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur
accidents had dogged progress
even when being taken off the flatbed truck
moving it in there was bad luck!
Though were professionally trained personnel
that operated the transfer
cables snapped nearly tipping the train over
but through skill was averted
since then six months on much had arisen
creating much division!
Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab
boiler suit and cap smiling
talking to the them seemed to be in control
yet they had no employees
here working on any of the engines displayed
no staff this image surveyed!
But after the museum was closed noises heard
as the cleaners worked
described it like shovelling and metal clanging
heavy boots on the floor
even when lights were off that engine shone
something here was wrong!
Unexplained incidents happened items fell down
missing visitors and stewards
a feeling of happiness and despair lingered
yet it was the one engine
that everybody who came was always drawn to
the one they wanted to view!
It had been a working engine on the main lines
nobody knew its full history
but reports persisted of the friendly driver
maybe who had died
unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed
his spirit still employed!
But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well
did a dark entity haunt it as well?
The Foureyed Poet
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