The Dinner Train
Clouds were rolling
along against a stark sky, the day
the day the old Iron Horse
came through the mile-long tunnel.
It chugged on down
into town and I caught a ride.
As I began my dinner-ride,
the engine began to roll.
Slowly, click-clacking down
a track, that hungry, hopeful day.
Just before that tunnel,
In a field I spied black horse.
The rolling old Iron Horse,
was not an easy ride.
Inside that mile-long tunnel;
my stomach began to roll.
Churning all through the day;
I needed to lie down.
Unable to lie down,
I thought of the black horse.
Standing alone in a field, that daym
it would have been a smoother ride.
My stomach turning, old train rolling,
finally exiting mile-long tunnel.
In the distance, mile-long tunnel,
seemed to shrink on down.
As the train went rolling;
I kept thinking of that horse.
That calmed my stomach through the ride
I had, upon that day.
On that gloomy, cloudy day,
in the distance the black tunnel,
the horrid, nauseous ride,
began to cool itself down.
That jerky old iron horse
can just keep up its rolling.
The next day I took a better ride.
When dinner train came through that tunnelm
I waved from my own horse.
That train, it went on down
the noisy tracks and just kept on a rolling.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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