The Dover South Wind
Was cooling as the day faded
It was almost dark
I was waiting
With a few others
For the express train to pass
And then in the bleak December air
I heard the locomotive in the distance
Working hard as it climbed the slim gradient
Towards this almost silent station
The Golden Arrow then appeared
From the darkness of the cutting
It passed me in an instant screaming loudly
And then vanished into the vacancy of the night
I wrote this poem shortly afterwards
As I gathered my thoughts
It is the only record of my visit
The Golden Arrow passed through
Walmer Railway Station in Kent
On the evening of the sixteenth of December 2023