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Nathan Tumas Poem
I was once a little train, sitting by the track,
Listening to the freight yard’s roar and all the rushing clack
When one day came steaming by an engine large and brave
My heart did a quiver leap, my wheels a twitter gave
Every day when passing by, the more our friendship grew
With each fleeting whistle blast, and more each time it blew
Then one day in passing, upon his track I went
Joyfully to meet him, from wither he was sent
Blasting from the distance, an airy cloud of steam
I rushed forth to meet him, the engine of my dream
Then with shock and wonder, my joy was gone alack!
For though we both were meeting, he wasn’t on my track
Off into the distance, he chugged and puffed away
Sweeping with him pieces of my broken heart that day
Often now I wonder, will he come anon?
Or was this a chance meeting, and now again he’s gone?
The tracks of life are tangled, in the freight yard of our race
We meet other engines that hold both heart and place
How to live? I wonder, when through our lives there sail
Many other engines, that aren’t upon our rail
Will we grow quite bitter, when those meetings on the tracks
Seem to mock the aching heart for all the love it lacks?
May each little engine take heed to what I bade
This life below is scattered, with meetings on the grade
Take each passing whistle not as one of gloom
Pushing back the others, and making itself room
I will always cherish, that engine bold and brave
Remembering now with fondness, the joy to me he gave
But now into the distance, I hear upon the breeze
That fleeting cry of freedom, upon which my heart did seize
Once every while, I gaze sadly down his track
But in my little engine heart, he’s never coming back
And so I hold those memories close, and never do I fail
For God had a reason for our meeting on the rail
Copyright © Nathan Tumas | Year Posted 2011
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Nathan Tumas Poem
Only a Rose, when touched by love
Can make our home like heaven above
Only a word, when said with grace
Can embolden the heart and lift the face
Only a touch, on a hand lain
Can free the mind and lift soul’s pain
Only a deed, no matter how small
When given in love, is worth it all
Only a smile, given to cheer
Can brighten the cheek and banish all fear
Only a hand, when clasped in mine
Can make all the heartache worth the time
Only your step, when firm by my side
Can make my heart leap, and fear subside
Only your joy, so precious to me
Can wipe all my tears, and set my soul free
Only our love, faithful and true
Can hold us both close, me and you
Copyright © Nathan Tumas | Year Posted 2011
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Nathan Tumas Poem
Will ye my lad, come sail with me
Cresting softly the swelling sea?
Hand to the oar, and face to the bow
Sail we the ocean, high wave and low.
The wind at our cheek, the briny sea’s dip
Rocks our frail bark, and threatens our ship.
The heave of the wave, our watery bower,
Lulls us at night with its sleepy power.
Day after day sweep we the earth,
‘Till safe we sail to our launching berth.
The lightning above, the worrisome gale,
None hinder us as onward we sail.
Straight and true, our craft does soar
Paddle we fast, spreading our oar.
Will ye my lad come sail with me?
None hath lived so wondrously free!
All fears behind, great joy to espy,
Cruise we to glory, both you and I!
Copyright © Nathan Tumas | Year Posted 2011
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