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DISTANT TRAIN
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TERRIFIC TRAIN POEMS
It starts as a plane or
a distant rain.
A rain coming down the plain.
Train!
You and me, we can run and see.
I don't want to play. Watching the train is where
I want to stay.
I wave at the engineer. I love it, see when
he waves back at me.
Look at all the cars.
The people and the goods.
They comes from places near and far.
I love to count the cars.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
What fun! I hope it's never done.
I watch as down the track they fly.
How quickly, they go by.
How quickly, they go bye.
I want to cry.
Away, it does go.
As much as I say no.
I can't wait until the next train!
I have a friend from another posting site that used to ride the rails when he was a young man. He used to write his poetry while riding and when he would get off he would put his words in a tin can and bury it somewhere along the tracks. Hmmmmm maybe a new write. LOL Enjoyed Chris.
Blessings,
Lesa