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Onomatopoia Steam Loco Poem
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There is a superb onomatopoeia poem about steam locomotives. I seem to remember It goes something like this...."Snorting, champing, steaming
mane. Upwards plods the mountain train...."
Can anyone please advise me of the name of this poem and who wrote it!
Many thanks.
mane. Upwards plods the mountain train...."
Can anyone please advise me of the name of this poem and who wrote it!
Many thanks.
Answers
Mountain Train by Edward Shanks Snorting, champing, streaming mane, Upwards plods the mountain train, Tugging at its iron load Iron hoof on iron road, Streaming flanks and nostrils wide Pistons pounding at each side Reined and harnessed, girth bands tight, Pulling with its iron might, Heart pulsating to the pull Slow and hard and gradual Climbing, sure...
19:49 Mon 27th May 2013
Mountain Train
by Edward Shanks
Snorting, champing, streaming mane,
Upwards plods the mountain train,
Tugging at its iron load
Iron hoof on iron road,
Streaming flanks and nostrils wide
Pistons pounding at each side
Reined and harnessed, girth bands tight,
Pulling with its iron might,
Heart pulsating to the pull
Slow and hard and gradual
Climbing, sure mechanical
Till it wind the level plain
And begins to trot again
And with cheek-bit slackened back
Gallops down the homeward track
Racing, chasing to the sea
In dynamic esctasy.
Dulce et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, c
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