Coming Into The Station
I hear the train’s whistle blow
It isn’t going all that slow
Everyone get off the tracks
This is no time to relax
Pulling into the station
People waiting in anticipation
You can hear the brakes squeal
All that power, all that steel
Everyone off, it’s the last stop, the conductor yells
It’s time for everyone to expel
People leaving the train
Some want to remain
But it’s the end of the line
The ride was divine
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20.
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I loved riding the trains when I lived in Germany long ago. Haven’t been on one since. This makes me miss them.
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great poem, could feel both the rhythm and the excitement of the ride!
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Fabulous and including Folsom Prison is a master stroke. If you were Australian you may have included this one
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Thanks!
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This was great. Like Violet, I want to take a train ride.
And love me some Johnny Cash!
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Thanks Dale!
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This makes me want to take a train ride. I think I will this summer.
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I love riding on trains. I find it so relaxing.
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