The Park Train – Poem

A few weeks ago I had the privilege of meeting my mom at the park. We sat and talked and walked around a bit.

I took this photo of the train there… When my kids were much younger, they would come to the park, ride the rides, walk around and … ride the train. It’s been here blowing it’s whistle (which I can hear from the house) and carrying passengers for… forever.

Train at the park

I decided to write a little poem about it.

The Park Train

Where once I’ve gone I’ll go again
The tracks on which I stay
Bend round the curve and back again
No varied path I stray

Both young and old come to ride
I carry them on my way
Smiles and laughter, waves goodbye
As they listen to my whistle play

Fall will come, October time
All hollows eve it seems
They’ll decorate, kids will ride
You’ll likely hear their screams

Snow will fall as winter comes
With holiday party cheer
Crowds will slow and drift to homes
I’ll ready for next year

Spring arrives, new birth found
Whistle, bell and gear
Soon enough, neighbor’s round
Toot toot, they will hear

Stephen Kellogg – 2018

About Stephen Kellogg

Poetry, Ponderings, Prose, Photos & Pounding out the Pathways All at my blog... I hope you'll take a few minutes to wander around the site. Not all of what you read there will be happy or sad etc. but I trust my writings, photos etc will encourage, touch, inspire or just make you think…. I really appreciate feedback!! Thanks and enjoy Peace! Stephen Kellogg All of my writings, pictures etc are original works, unless otherwise noted, and should be considered copyrighted.
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