Springhill Station in ’88
I do believe I’ve come too late
The trains no longer stop today
The station’s sadly in decay.

The homesick traveller, with welcome smile
Greets his loved ones, not seen awhile
The journey’s end, familiar sight
The station fires warm the night.

In days of old this must have been
A place of bustle and gushing steam
As engines hauled their welcome loads
Along our nation’s iron roads.

But Springhill Station is coming down
The railway’s passed another town
I photograph what I can see
For soon it’s all just memory.

Springhill Station in ’88
I do believe I’ve come too late
I photograph what I can see
For now it’s all just memory.

© Jim Low