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The Dinner Train

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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 © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 12/18/2014 2:21:00 PM
Nice poetry MLK, and the images upon reading were stunning, James ;-)
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/18/2014 4:54:00 PM
Thank you James.
Date: 12/6/2014 1:44:00 PM
Did you ever hear the song "City of New Orleans" by Steve Goodman? It was hit for Arlo Guthrie. Your poem reminded me of it since it was about a railroad. Nice work and thanks for your kind words. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/9/2014 12:22:00 PM
Did you ever hear the song "City of New Orleans", many many times...Thanks for stopping by.
Date: 12/5/2014 1:04:00 PM
a most endearing tale of life's experience, and the choices we make along the way, much enjoyed your verse today xxx
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/5/2014 10:54:00 PM
I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem. Thanks so much for visiting.
Date: 12/5/2014 9:14:00 AM
Interesting work..Horseback is a rough ride in comparison to the modern auto but in its day a good horse was great..Thanks for the visits to my page..Sara
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 12/5/2014 9:25:00 AM
Thank you, Sara for the wonderful comment.