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Samuel Lane Poem
NO PLACE LIKE HOME
would you like to hear a story, that grandma once told
its about an old train, that grandpa once rode
the story starts out when my grandpa was young
he had reached the age that the fever begun
but its the kind of fever that won't make you ill
its when you must travel somewhere, you just can't stay still
he had seen many times, the smoke far away
it came every week, and on the same day
it was that train from the east, kansas is where it was from
headed west hauling wheat, and chasing the sun
that fever inside him would not let him be
it was that train an the mountains, he just had to see
it was then that he saw the train, come over the hill
as the ground shook beneth him,a never befor felt thrill
as it came up the next hill, it slowed to a pace
that he might run beside it, but it would be a foot race
then he tried to grab on, his hand started to slip
as his feet druged the gravel, he must find a good grip
then he pulled himself up, and felt he had won
excited and scared, his journey now had begun
on top of the boxcar, he could finally see
the tips of the mountains, he said calling for me
now as he got closer, to his big surprise
the mountains it seems, reach clear to the sky
now as the train climed, he looked down some roads
he started to notice, it was now getting cold
the wind had now changed, an the stack blowing out smoke
was shooting rite in his face, as he began now to choke
he thought to himself that this cannot last
the wind will change, when we go through the next pass
with it getting colder an colder, he started to shake
not thinking this out, was a major mistake
so now he was freezing an stuck on the car
not knowing for how long, not knowing how far
all he could think of, is when will it end
so he could go home to his family and friends
now as he was praying, the train headed down hill
could this be a miracle, clean cloths an hot meal
yes the train finally stopped, and grandpa jumped down
he was just on the edge of a old mining town
he decided to walk, find some place to get warm
wearing cloths that were dirty, smelly an torn
with no money or friends here to help him out
looking so pitiful as he roamed all about
now a lady had seen him, an said son whats your name
your not from this town, have you been riding that train
come into the house now, an have a seat
i'll get you warmed up, an cleaned up, an something to eat
i can see young man that you've had quete a day
but we must phone your family, let them know your ok
now he thought to himself, it was no fun to roam
so he made the phone call, an he asked to come home
now when grandma first told this story to me
she did for a reason, so that i might see
she knows the fever can grab you, and you'll want to roam
then you'll find out the hard way, thats there's no place like home
Copyright © Samuel Lane | Year Posted 2012
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