The Old Train Depot
Many years ago, use to wait for a train,
at the old train depot,
so dark and dreary,
such hard curved seats,
they were.
The lights in there were
so dim, it was hard to
read my comic bookis.
Brother and sister,
mom and I would
go visit family
in the big city,
every so often,
it was such an
adventure each time,
I waited and looked for
the train to arrive,
until finally i would,
hear the train whistle
and we would get on
the train and leave our
small little town for the
weekend.
as the train pulled slowing
out of town,
I would watch as everything
got smaller, then i could not see
anything out the windows,
so i picked up my comic book
and began to read it, and
i went into another world,
as the train went faster
and faster.
that old train depot
is no longer there,
but my memoires
of it, is still there.
wrote 4-5-11
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
