Fantastical Dreamy Train Ride
When I was a girl we had a house near railroad tracks,
And at night I loved the sound of the train whistle blowing;
It was such a haunting sound,
I wondered where it was going.
Mother told me the first words I said were choo choo choo,
I would sit by the window and imagine I was on that train;
The huge diesel locomotive pulling me to far off places,
I would have dreams of Paris.
It was whimsical and fanciful,
The Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame and The Louvre;
And a quick stop in Vienna, home of Mozart and Beethovan,
Oh all the magical places I could go on a whistling train.
And then we would go to Rome,
I wanted to say hello to the Pope.
Then with a clung and a whistle we would go to England,
And I would introduce myself to the Queen and have tea;
In my reverie I was not alone,
My companion was little Odele.
She was just a tiny kitten that I tucked in my pocket,
Then off we would go on our fantastical dreamy train ride.
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July 29, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Fantastical Dreamy Train Ride
Copyright Protected, ID 15-695-692-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, Trains and Fantasy,
sponsor, Mystic Rose
First Place
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