Your Train Poem by Long Tooth

Your train, your train, your train, your train,
Your train, your train, your train, your train,
Your life's steel framed history: your train!
Heaven still a mystery: your train!
Miles of track you never laid,
Hands that barely know a spade,
(Steaming through both town and Glade) : your train!

Your train, your train, your train, your train,
Your train, your train, your train, your train,
NIH (1) your rolling stock (2) : your train!
Scheduling that's not ad hoc: your train!
Thunder heard across the nation,
You're at best a re-creation,
(Firefly hatch (3) destination) : your train!

Your train, your train, your train, your train,
Your train, your train, your train, your train,
Sun's eclipse is coming soon: your train!
Man and horse chase cloistered moon: your train!
Are you famous? Not quite yet!
Shaded smiles are all you get!
Shadow end to my vignette: "Your Train! "


Long Tooth
June 7,2017

Poet''s Notes:
(1) NIH = Not Invented Here… The sad thought that if it is not my idea or creation, then it probably has little merit.
(2) Rolling Stock = Possessions that you manage to pull along with you.
(3) Firefly hatch = Subdued sparks of flashing light in the night.