Just a little poem to enjoy!

Alan Roger
7th January 2007, 23:11
The Engine Room

The sparkling triple expansion,
With its noise and whistling steam
The thumpity thump of the crankshaft,
And the connecting rods all agleam.
The clickity clack of the valve gear,
And the swish of the feed water rams,
The aroma of engine lubricants,
The sound of the oilman's salaams.

The whir from the boiler air fan,
The condenser's different smell,
The leaking steam from loose packing,
The gurgle from the bilge box well.

The sudden blast from the boiler room,
As the junior blows the glass,
The aroma of sweat and brasso,
As the fireman cleans the brass.

The startling ring of the telegraph,
And the action that it brings,
The harmony of disciplined colleagues,
Like music at it swings.

Sunlight streaming through skylights,
Dazzling on polished steel,
Moving around the engine room,
As the quartermaster moves the wheel.

The slowing down of the engines,
And the final telegraph sound,
The quietness of finished with engines,
The joy of homeward bound.
-John Baillie

John Briggs
8th January 2007, 00:47
Nice one Alan!

Derek Roger
8th January 2007, 02:08
Wherre did you steal that One !!! Daddy ????

Alan Roger
8th January 2007, 13:25
Not stolen just sharing. The name of the author was posted as well. I have a few more that I will post down the road and one is actually written by me so your feedback should be intersting.(Thumb)

5th March 2007, 16:44
The coal was wet and full of slate.That's what **** ed the 4-8.

The 8-12 were all good men but they were ****ed by half past ten.

The 12-4 they said were best. But they were ****ed like all the rest.