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