One thought I had of you today
As people crowded by
Of sending soldiers on there way
Till 1945
Mothers kissed and lover’s words
Then anxious notes you passed
Bringing news of hero’s deaths
Or home bound boys at last
Pavements wet with women’s tears
For boys, to welcome home
While others sat in darkened rooms
Both silent and alone
Then later in your ageing years
Cemented floors did bloom
With flowers, lovely colours bright
While mighty engines boomed
Then darkness came with Beeching’s words
Your branches they were slain
For all your older dearest friends
Were killed for London’s gain
Now you stand with empty home
No soldiers pass your way
A house lies derelict above
Where once a guardsman stayed
You carried folk to far off lands
To meet their boats and planes
Babies laughing, children coughed
Sheltering from smoggy rains
There’s few stand now in early morn
Upon your tired brow
Yet ne’r can match those wartime scenes
Of hundreds, cheering crowds.