“We’re going Dinting!”
My father said
A million years ago
But he wouldn’t say
What “Dinting” was
Throughout the week
Towards next Saturday
A million years ago
So off a-Dinting we went
That longed weekend
Still full of mystery
To a long-ago day
Spent with old trains
Jumping excitingly over tracks
So recently Beeching’d
A million years ago
We didn’t photograph
That steam-filled day
Of trains and tracks
And railway sleepers
So memory fades
Apart from that phrase
Said by my Dad
A million years ago
Martin A W Holmes, June 2017
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