Bob the Railway Dog 

"Bob" The Railway Drivers Dog

I was looking at his postcard and I would love to take him home,

But then I learned his story and how he used to roam.

Upon the railway trains he always hitched a ride,

He was a travelling dog and enjoyed the countryside.

Early in the morning he'd choose a train to ride,

Sit down by the driver and never leave his side.

He'd rest beside the furnace to keep out the winters chill,

Lean out an open window, to give his ears a thrill.

The drivers knew he'd be there - they'd blown the whistle loud,

He slink amid the passengers - laid low in the crowd.

The door was always open ready for thei mate,

He knew they couldn't wait for him if he slept late.

He belong to no-one, but he was loved by all,

There was a feed awaiting when he came to call.

A bowl of last nights dinner a meal to suit a king,

'Cos he was not a hobo and enjoyed this offering.

And so they built a statue in Peterborough's street,

So everyone will know "thier Bob" and appreciate his feats.

He was a friend to everyone who drove the old steam trains,

And you can be his mate as well- when you drive again.

NEET, 11th April 2013, Peterborough, SA

Copies of thie poem are available from the Visitors Centre Carriage behind the Statue of Bob the Railway Dog in Peterborough in SA