The Train – Original Poem

 

train

Tickets please
The whistle blows
Bells ring as the arms drop
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

Steel wheels stay glued to steel rails
People get on
People get off
Whoo whoo

Through open fields
Past abandoned houses, ramshackle farm buildings, cities and towns
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

Everyone is forced to yield as carriage upon carriage is hauled past them
Some decry the lost time spent behind those arms as they are obligated to wait for the flashing barriers to raise themselves to the heavens once more.  Some are taken back to their boyhood dreams of wanting to be a train conductor, while others avidly jot down in their notebooks that the 51 train on this day is being hauled by engine 2650 and is running 12 minutes behind schedule
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

Cityscapes disappear into wooded areas
Roads are replaced with rivers that turn back into roads
Whoo whoo
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

Huge grain silos
Even huger sheds – home to millions of chickens or pigs
Fields of corn and alfalfa
Diversity is not an option out here
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

The engine moves on pulling faster and faster
Whoo whoo
Clackitty clack
Whoo whoo
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

In an instant it is forced to slow
People are waiting to get on
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

It heaves itself back into life
Rousing cows sitting in paddocks chewing their cud
More silos
More corn
More whistles
Oh to see a mountain
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

Over bridges
Under bridges
The destination draws nearer
The whistle blows and blows as each crossing is approached
Whoo whoooooo

The trees become a blur as the carriages fly by them
Clackitty clack
Clackitty clack

Past the hayfields
Past the factories
Past the houses
Across the rivers
By the waving children
Past the relics of platforms no longer used
Past the freight train going the opposite direction that feels like it is moving faster than Superman
Through the forest
And into the station

The whistle goes silent

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