Your Train

Your train, your train, your train, your train, Your train, your train, your train, your train, Your life's steel framed history: your train! Heaven still a mystery: your train! Miles of track you never laid, Hands that barely know a spade, (Steaming through both town and Glade): your train! Your train, your train, your train, your train, Your train, your train, your train, your train, NIH (1) your rolling stock (2): your train! Scheduling that's not ad hoc: your train! Thunder heard across the nation, You're at best a re-creation, (Firefly hatch (3) destination): your train! Your train, your train, your train, your train, Your train, your train, your train, your train, Sun's eclipse is coming soon: your train! Man and horse chase cloistered moon: your train! Are you famous? Not quite yet! Shaded smiles are all you get! Shadow end to my vignette: “Your Train!” Long Tooth June 7, 2017 Poets Notes: (1) NIH = Not Invented Here… The sad thought that if it is not my idea or creation, then it probably has little merit. (2) Rolling Stock = Possessions that you manage to pull along with you. (3) Firefly hatch = Subdued sparks of flashing light in the night.