Trains
 
I've always been happy to ride on a train
The rhythm agrees with the waves in my brain.
It's even enough just to see one pass by
The vision agrees with the pulse in my eye.
 
When tossing and turning at night in my bed
Unable to sleep for the stress in my head
I conjure a dream of a train running wild
And sleep for the rest of the night like a child.
 
The list of the trains that I dream never ends
I've even had journeys with Thomas and friends.
And sometimes I shrink to a fraction or less
And ride through the night on the Hornby Express
 
Then waking at morning to face a new day
My worries and troubles have all gone away
And off I will set, be it work or vacation
And whistle like trains on my way to the station.
 

 
© Copyright Allan Bantick February 2018