My Friend The Iron Horse

[Samadhi]

Out in my back yard

I hear you calling me

In your throaty roar

That cuts through the

Thick air of a country summer

Running past the house

With the peeling paint

I race down the road

As fast as my legs allow

Arriving just in time to meet you

The ground trembles at your feet

Your glorious carriages roar by

To exciting destinations unknown

Now I stand at our old rendezvous

The wood and steel highway is gone

Only a few piles of rocks remain

Tossed aside in the weeds

You are gone, never to return

Like the little boy who used to meet you here

[RevRainbow]

I like it!