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THE TRAIN RIDE 

 

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

 

 

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