PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

              Father to son.

         We both think they are fun.

         They passed down the line.

         They passed down generations.

         A toy and a gift, so very fun.

          

          Me and my dad,

         they make us so glad.

          We both love them to run.

         They are so much fun.

          We both hate to playing with them, be done.



        There are so many different kinds.

     Boxcars and hoppers, flatcars, tankers, a trolley

         Cars for passengers, cars for freight.

          They are all great.

          There are so many colors.

          Red, orange, yellow, green, blue.

          Playing with them is what we both love to do.



        Big or small, short or tall, we love them all.

        Thick or thin, with us, they all win.

        So many stories that are told.

        Stories that never get old.

        My dad had these, when he was my age.

        We can both turn a page.



     Around and around they go.

     Over the bridge, through the tunnel.

     This is so much fun, when will we be done,

     We don't know.