The sun she yawned its first rays

Lazily she pulled herself skyward

Blankets of light brought buildings to life

Darkness and dampness scurrying away

Dawn had broken over Manchester, see no rain

Travellers sought transport to ‘whisk’ them away

Life blood bringing existence to Piccadilly Station

Fired into life diesel engines roared into being

The trains were ‘Pride of Lions’ hungry for the hunt

Mine purred with satisfaction as each clambered aboard

To help increase speed the predator clawed each sleeper

Reaching top speed the train raced through the countryside.

The king of the track devoured the land, with no mercy

Time became surreal, hours that past, seemed minutes

Nature tried to test his strength, all of which he past

Loin now had ‘Edinborough Waverly’ in his sights, and closed in