Eagerly awaiting, I see the train coming from over the mountain
The whistle is blowing and a cloud of steam burst into the air
I have imagined this moment
Always wondering, what would it be like to ride
Finally my time has come
As the engine pulls into the station I am ready to go
"All aboard," heard stern but friendly as I am one step closer
Moving until I find my place
A seat of comfort at last
As I sit, I feel the engine start
Slow, as the motion forwards
A slight jerk, I catch my balance
The movement accelerates and I'm in a comfort zone
I can't believe this rush
Nothing ever quite like this
My emotions are running high
I can't believe
I finally get to ride
Poetry by
Edna Box