I do not often weep

But I did when

The heritage railway

Left Cliffmere Avon

It had been

A part of my life

Since I was small

The landslip at Chalk Red

Was the final straw

As the repair costs

Were out of reach

Many schemes were sounded

But all failed and the engines

Left the line for the last time

Just before Christmas

I was there to bid them farewell

The stations will stay in place

Many good things are planned

But they will no longer

See the trains

Pass through them

Full on hot summer days

And ghostly in the darker months

I will miss the winter sounds

Echoing across the village

And the smell of the locomotives

Hanging in the damp mists