Chug, chug, chug
I sit by the window
In awe of the sight
Above me and below
The sky's so blue
Not a bird in sight
The fields are green
With flashes of bright
Flowers in red
And white and yellow
What's that in the air?
Oh the arm of a scarecrow
It seems to wave
As the train chugs past
Then a drop of rain
I hope it won't last
The drops fall quickly
The sky's gone all grey
A breeze coming in
The weather of May
Ah the sun's peeping out
I see birds high above
What's that noise I now hear?
"Your ticket please, love".
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I remember many years back as a student I had to spend a few days in a small rural hospital as part of my training. I went by train.
There have been some poems about trains by MPS poets lately and I recall my own brief experience.
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Trains can bring back such wonderful memories Rozina as your words show.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
Was there with you Rozina on that chugging journey which is rhymed in free poetic style. - - -- Utterly enjoyable both the write and the lovely drawing.
Thank you Fay. I forgot to draw in the train driver and the passengers (including me).
This is a delightful poem, Rozina! I love train journeys - well, when we are not packed in like sardines in a can! You describe it beautifully, and I love your drawing too!
Thank you. I forgot to draw the driver and passengers.
in my youth, I worked on trains
for a few years, so I relate..
an enjoyably nostalgic read, dear poet
thank you!
Thank you Mek.
This is wonderful Rozina! I adore your little train ride, what a bummer the rain decided to show up.
Thank you Rocky.
Thank you rozina for taking me on a train ride with a stunning view! Very beautifully imagery, loved this. Stunning!
Thank you Aradhya.
There's somethig irrepressibly romantic about trains. I suppose they themselves make an event out of travel itself with fresh landscapes dashing by the windows or the excitement of a train speeding by taking people to who knows where and who knows why? So many adventures to play with in your mind about trains.
I was one of those child train spotters and went all over the place by train to see different types, I still love trains especially the old steam loco's which regularly run near where i live now.
That's lovely dusk. After I read Murder On The Orient Express I have always wanted to travel by train! I enjoyed travelling between London, Paris, Amsterdam, Brussels by train.
What a lovely poem Roz. I enjoyed the ride along with you.
Thank you Saxy Crow.
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