RACING TO SUMMER

It is a conjuration as much as anything.

An awakening of steam commands

each fire born part of this beast

to flex and heave together,

biting hard rails as it lurches

towards us from the dank past.

Our lazy Sundays are a doddle for this giant.

Built for the long haul,

these jaunts to Hemingfield are small beer.

Stationed between punters , it dreams of the main line.

The full throttle adventure of spring fields racing to summer

Tony Noon