Volunteers
McAdam Railway Station 6
Only the old in body
and young at heart know
how to cook like this.
The soda fountain stools,
the horseshoe bar
from the old Royal York,
they merit only the best.
Simplicity rules. Stews
like grandma made them,
lining the ribs,
defying damp and cold.
Railway Pie, recipes
a hundred years old, or more.
bread rolls that melt
into the butter knife,
coffee to kill for. No wonder
the old ghosts walk around
feeding off cooking smells,
sad, gentle eyes, watching us
as we eat, refusing to leave.
Comment: That’s the end of the Railway Pie, I’m afraid. The soup has already vanished. Three lucky people, arriving on cooking day, and receiving a free lunch. What joy, what delight. The volunteers were cooking for another event, outside the station, which was not yet open. Old ghosts watched from quiet corners as we ate. I am sure those spirits survive on the wonderful cooking smells that emerge. I should add how impressed I am at the knowledge displayed by the volunteers at McAdam Railway Station. They now only have their facts at their fingertips, but hey are able to express those facts in a way that draws the audience in and makes every visit a genuine pleasure. Volunteers: thank you for being there. You do a great job.
rogermoorepoet 