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Sonnet of Trains

The trains of old, were dubbed the “iron horse”; newer trains were known as, “bullets”, of course. Flying past with the speed of light; they cross the world, both day and night. Once coal and steam propelled these beasts; today the beasts are fast, but weak. Of tin and vinyl, these are made; of fiberglass and plastic panes. With electricity, they are now, propelled; nevertheless, they do not run as well. No personality, have these new trains; they’re not pretty; just quite plain. If only man could see the facts; He’d not hesitate, to bring, the old trains back.

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Paul Callus

Date: 5/25/2015 9:23:00 AM

We do not have trains in Malta, but I have had the pleasure of riding on steam ones abroad, and can still smell the smoke and coal. They had a personality of their own! #7 // paul

M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/25/2015 9:28:00 AM

Thank you, they did indeed and it's a wonderful memory.

Skat A

Date: 5/10/2015 12:08:00 PM

ML, i like the train sonnet. However, I will not trust them. :) skat

M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/13/2015 7:29:00 PM

I do understand why you would not trust them. Today trains just don't have the personality that old steam trains did. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/9/2015 7:43:00 PM

I love the enchantment of riding a train, especially the older models. Japan really appreciates and embraces trains of any type. They are celebrated in every manner. I loved the nostalgia your poem brought back to me of the trains of the past.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 5/13/2015 7:30:00 PM

I do love the old steam trains; somehow it just seems like we've evolved into more boring designs. Futuristic styles are not at all attractive to me. Glad you stopped by and thanks.