Sunday, April 19, 2026

(23) Margate East

The platforms have gone

But the steps are still there

Hidden under the bushes

Forgotten without care.

The tracks are still used

By trains thundering past

During the day

Or when night shadows cast.

The stories these old steps could tell

With clattering rushing feet

Trodden their aged stone

When strangers or old buddies meet.

Platforms bound for toil and leisure

Reasons travelled in equal measure

Formal shoes or comfortable creps

Have trodden upon those old brick steps.

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