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.