The Train

The click clack answered back As I rode along in the train The familiar sound it made The rail journey was always a highlight In the summer the doors were open wide As the breeze cooled me down And the click clack egged me along At each station into town we stopped The smell of diesel and hot brakes Until the Adelaide Station was reached The concourse was the biggest place I knew Always busy people bustling through An afternoon in the shops walking around To the pictures to see a colour film There was a magic to these times Then click clack the train took me home again. © Paul Warren Poetry