There’s a train on the track
And it’s not coming back
It will plunge far below
Nowhere else it can go
Up ahead I can see
Where the bridge used to be
Where the bridge used to be
Is a vast cavity
*
When the train whistle blew
On the nine twenty two
There were squeals in the night
From the wheels locking tight
For the train driver knew
There was nought he could do
And the whole of the town
Heard the train crashing down
Heard the shrill whistle blow
From the wreck down below
Heard the screams so afeard
Of the dead that they cleared
For the train thundered on
Upon tracks that were gone
And a train without track
Simply ain’t coming back
*
But there’s one day a year
When the date brings me here
On Saint Valentine’s Day
When the train makes its way
’cross the bridge I can see
Where the bridge used to be
And the train that I see
Takes my girl home to me
But she won’t find me there
For I stepped into air
To be with Emily
Where the bridge used to be
Though on each other day
When the train falls away
I can hold Emily
And she can hold me
Categories:
afeard, valentines day,
Form: Rhyme
The brighter, the flame-kiss.
So holy, reborn bliss.
The infill, a housing.
The trumpet arousing.
The oiling, the shiny-beard.
Aaron’s hope, sans afeard.
A lamp on, asleep ten.
Awaken, Adriennes!
A-grooming, He’s arrived!
A dark side, some lamps revived.
Then oil sought, an ocean deep.
Adrienne crew, the midnight weep.
A wise few, extra stored.
The groom’s here! Our Savior Lord!
The joyous, an inner-smile
from head to crown, an eternal-while!
1/14/2021
Based on the bible’s The Parable of the Ten Virgins Matthew 25
Categories:
afeard, christian,
Form: Couplet
here be layin mean en evil tombstone jack
they done shot em six times in the back
they was afeard of his dead eye aim
that gived jack his well knowd name
but now they kin jist call em holey
Authors Note:
The spelling, grammar errors and dialect
are done intentionally.
It is my attempt to keep within the 1800's era writing style.
A writer of that time period was lucky to be able
to write their own name.
Categories:
afeard, america, humor,
Form: Cowboy Poetry