Glencraig

Poems

The Tramcar

By James Rowan 

How well I remember those days of pre-war
When life was much slower but never a bore
We seldom did wander abroad or afar
Content just to travel in the dear old tramcar
That green and cream goddess who ambled each day
Rocking and swaying on its metallic railed way
Rumbling its protest with frictional wail
As bogie wheels slipped on high polished rail
But time has rolled on and the tram is no more
Only memories remain of this steel dinosaur
It served its public for many a day
But was sacrificed to progress and was forced to make way.