There's a train
Runnin' through my backyard,
The low and lonesome whistle calls,
As the wheels turn long and hard.
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had to read this one! My brother hopped a train and rode the rails cross country from Washington to somewhere once!
Hey what goes on here? Is this my pal Smoky or Walt Whitman? Smokey this is great what a ride. I guess we will be on that same train the rest of our days, great poem Smokey.
Great rythm and good visual of quite a ride... nice painting Jim Troy
Smoky this seems like the words to one of those old, unforgettable songs. I can imagine that it is and even sing it to a melody.. :)
Wow this is the blues man. Its made me want to Get the guitar out. This is my kind of poem. Spot on. Fantastic.