![]() Seabreeze Train Of YoreA Poem by PolarPaddy![]() A nostalgic look back at the old Seabreeze train from Dublin to Arklow in the sixties and early seventies, this is for the Wicklow leg. Just like life, it’s about the journey and not the destination![]() The train
whistle's blowing, steaming through Bray, Heading
down to Arklow town, some thirty miles away. Engineer
in his cab looking straight ahead, Passengers
in their seats viewing Bray Head. Now
through a dark tunnel the train is on-going, Ever
onwards towards Greystones it's chugging along. The sea is
close, as the train travels alongside the beach, It
journeys onwards to Wicklow town, just within reach, Looking
far out to the sea, depending on the day, You could
be treated to a yachting regatta, sailing under way. Highballing
now to Rathdrum the train does run, Into
another dark tunnel, a few minutes with no sun. Rolling on
to Avoca Vale the train does shuffle, Over the
trestle and into the valley it does hustle. Traversing
the green vale with its scenery so grand, Into the
village, and on to Woodenbridge, a beautiful land. Cruising
past Shelton, it's downhill to Arklow town, Nearing
the journey's end, the train does slow down, Coasting
into Arklow station and then to a halt. People get
off and flock to the streets with haste, Spending
time at the shops or beach with no time to waste. City folk
out in the country for them a brief retreat,
In a few
hours it’s back home, broke, exhausted, and dead beat. © 2022 PolarPaddyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() PolarPaddyAmherstburg, Ontario, CanadaAboutMy poems and musings captures and encapsulates some of my life journey. My favorite place is the Yukon along with the Western Arctic and Baffin Island. But, truthfully, I saw natures beauty in every l.. more..Writing
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