The Train
© 2018 by P Michael Biggs
I hear a train headed north.
Let’s get on board.
Wouldn’t you love to
just hop on, go and see,
eat in the diner,
see the sights?
He’s headed north.
There will be lots of
water views and mountains.
Small towns will zoom by,
and I would love to
be on board.
And somewhere up north,
Perhaps he’ll turn East.
Now, wouldn’t that be grand –
a scenic trip across
America and Canada?
Think of the sights to see,
and the clack-clack
as this ole’ train
makes track.
When it’s bedtime,
the rolling and swaying
and the metal-against-metal,
grating and rubbing,
creates its own sleepy-time music.
The get-a-way calls.
Someday perhaps.
Some day!
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