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 day;
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 tunnel;
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