Puff and Whistle, Long Train
Winter has slowed you down on snowy tracks,
unhappy you sound, you caught a cold from clouds
chugging through big forests and mountains;
it's a short distance to the city, but it seems miles!
Puff and whistle, long train...
the going was very easy, the coming is hard;
the scene is magical similar to a greeting card!
Puff and whistle, long train...
hear the brand new fiddle
that young Jack plays
while moms softly cradle
babies to hush their cries!
Sometimes you wish you were a tree,
not doing this kind of boring work...
standing in a forest near a brook;
would this give you sadness or glee?
Puff and whistle, long train,
soon snow will turn into rain;
clearer your vision will be,
happier your mood can be!
Puff and whistle, long train...
inside there's song and dancing,
speed up and share the feeling!
In the town I live, there's no snow...
no sleights sliding downhill;
no pine trees white and tall...
only a sad moon with a faint glow!
I like to ride in your long train,
watch millions of snowflakes fall
rather than stare at a decked hall...
I will tell all where I have been!
Written on 12/26/ 2016
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Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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