Poem - On the Railway Bridge

The signal is up, so a train is due;
I run to the bridge for a better view.
As the train draws in and slows to a stop,
I get excited and jump and hop.
People are hurrying
with luggage and bags,
And the guard steps down with
his red and green flags.
He looks at his watch; it is
time to dapart;
He waves "green" to the driver'
Who knows he must start.
So off they go, and I wave them away 
Oh! I'll be a driver - or guard - one day.