Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

On the Train

The mesmeric sound of wheel on rail

The constant rhythmic rattle.

Watching farms and fields flash past,

Oblivious to others prattle.

A half asleep unblinking stare

It's a sedative sensation,

Broken, when brakes are applied

As we approach the station.

Then back to the jungle,

It's each man for himself.

Jostling, elbows everywhere,

To get your luggage from the shelf.

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Jan Allison November 24, 2016 at 3:24 PM Wonderfully descriptive Gary - we only have steam trains on our little Island and they are very popular with the visitors ... especially men! I guess they wanted to be train drivers when they were children and have never grown out of it:-) hugs Jan xx Gary Smith November 24, 2016 at 3:48 PM Thank you Jan. :)

Heidi Sands November 23, 2016 at 5:29 PM I like this Gary. It really puts the reader right there. Gary Smith November 23, 2016 at 5:50 PM Thank you Heidi. :)

Chris Green November 23, 2016 at 5:15 PM Nicely done, I could the clicking and clacking of the wheels on the tracks as I read this. It has been many years since I have been on a train, but your poem brings those moments back to life. Gary Smith November 23, 2016 at 5:18 PM Thank you Chris.

Maurice Rigoler November 23, 2016 at 4:15 PM How true and it's far worse if you're in a plane – take my word for it. It's the worse part of the trip. Best to you in your writing endeavors. / M Gary Smith November 23, 2016 at 4:19 PM Thank you Maurice.