1962 Sky Trains
Nineteen sixty two sky trains,
You bring Seattle’s world’s fair to her senses
I stare in fascination at your fresh clean streamlined windows
Shining down at me with a smile, enhancing your gleaming aluminum runners.
I could never ride in one, says my sister.
I am thinking girls need to be engineers, because now I have a new goal.
I want to be part of the team that builds these beauties.
Sky trains are the best part of the fair, if you ask me.
The streamlined rails make me smile; I feel it’s a magical future now.
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