The station at Sweet Adeline

Has only one platform

The other platform

Had been destroyed during the war

And never replaced

Although concrete minimalist

It is a comfortable station

With a waiting room

That leads to the street

Through a lazy barrier

Manned by Greek Boy Phil

A refugee who had never left

A glass awning

Slightly too large

For its purpose

Was important

Or so it thought it was

As it provided shelter

If the waiting room was full

At night a single coach

Rested next to the platform

It was part of the push and pull

That travelled to Hartley on the hour

Signalman Sam was always worried

About the coach

In case he forgot it was there

When the express sped by

Using the avoiding line

Bur nothing had happened in forty-five years

The line was always clear by six

And the express passed at nine

When the sun was high in the sky

And the migrating birds had begun to fly