I hear that whistle blowing.
Down the tracks the train is going.
It follows the tracks.
Right past the old shacks.

There is a conductor.
He is the instructor.
He looks straight ahead.
At the vast open spread.

He passes through the towns.
He always has a smile never a frown.
You will even catch a wave.
For that is just ole Dave.

The railroad is his home.
He was meant to roam.
His window is the sky.
As he watches the clouds go by.

He goes through the prairie.
To the ranch that has a dairy.
He waits while he is loaded with seed.
That is used for the horses special feed.

He slowly moves along his way.
He still has a very long day.
He pulls the chain and listens to the whistle.
The train gains speed like a guided missile.

Down the tracks it goes as fast as a speeding bullet.
It goes through a cave and comes out the outlet.
The whistle is blowing and the steam is bellowing.
The town is approaching soon it will be appearing.

The station appears in the distance.
He calls for some assistance.
It is time to make a station stop.
He might as well go to the coffee shop.

It will be okay.
He knows he is here to stay.
He knows in his heart this is the way.
He wants to live his life everyday.

I can hear that train whistle blowing...Good Job girl...Made me remember
an old song my grandma used to sing in her kitchen...

that's AMTRAK right?

Good job Ms.Txs

kewl Txs.

What a wonderful story

Txs. your writing is wonderful, don't stop now and save a copy of all
this beautiful poems you write girly!!

Ms Txs,,,
that was really Nice!!!!