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.
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
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