Types of Poetry

This is one of the Types of Poetry.
A children's epic tail of trains and things... Children see the world through different eyes.

Types of Poetry






The Train


by

Richard A. McCullough








A tree-house

by a railroad track
where you could sit
all day waiting
for the train to come
.............................by.
And talk about being
a bum
...........a hobo riding the train
that goes all the way across the world
riding and riding.

"And I'll open the doors."
"And I'll pee at the cows."
...............passing by
...............passing by
"And we wont ever come back."
"Never."
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"And we'll wear funny clothes."
"And I'll have a hole in my knee."

And the wind will blow through
with the country passing by
...............all towns
...............and farms
...............and everybody waving their hats!

Laying on their backs
riding their make believe train
they could see all this;
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One saw the engine
all enveloped in smoke
......slip through a mountain
he running away from the top of the tunnel
along the tops of the cars,
......and he giggled
in his half sleep.

While the other built tunnels
behind his eye lids
in packing boxes
and excelsior. (1)
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And they both heard
the rhythmed clacking
of the steel wheels.
Filling their heads
with steel tonged (2) quivers.

And suddenly they sat up
rubbing their eyes
and shaking their heads
blinking.

"The train is coming!"
......Facing one another
and again
not believing their own voices.
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"The train is coming!"

Leaping up in a frenzy
scrambling about
their tiny tree-house
for a look.

And then through the branches
they saw it.

A huge gigantic charging bull
of noise and smoke.
Whistling with a stream
...of steam
......from it's forehead,

eating up the tracks.

And they felt it
trembling through the frame
of their tiny tree-house.
Shaking
......shaking to the very roots
of their tree.

"WOW!"

And the great bull
still coming.
Swallowing the rails
with it's cast iron chugging.

And then beneath them
the flash of a silver bell
and a polished whistle
......SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEKING!

And they dared not
take their eyes from it.

They opened their mouths
to exclaim.
But there were no words.

And the engine crashed by
all thunder and smoke
filling their tiny tree house.

Wonder struck staring.
And the engine was by
And the smoke cleared
And the cars
............and the cars
........................and the cars.

Their mouths hung open.
Staring and not even counting
the cars
.............the cars
.....................the cars
and suddenly it was gone.

The flagman turned
on the platform of the caboose
and closed the door.

And for a moment
they still saw it.
Clanking and jostling by.
Then they turned
to one another
smiling and blinking,
....................."the train," they whispered.


But before they could go on.
Could fall to dancing
and scampering down the tree
and jumping about the tracks
waving their arms
.....................wishing.

Someone coughed, and spit
in his hand
and cursed.
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Someone
.........and they turned to see.

A thin bony figure.
A grownup
with holes in his knees.
And dirt and soup stains
all over his coat.
Picking himself
from the bushes.

Mumbling and cursing.

They gasped
and clamped their hands over
their mouths
............and stared
shuddering
in their tiny tree-house.

Until he finished
picking his meager belongings.

And still mumbling
adjusted his coat.
Still mumbling
..............still spiting
...........................still cursing
disappeared down the tracks
following the train
..............rubbing his back
..............mumbling.

And they crouched down
in their shack of tree boughs
and stared at one another
whispering
......until they were sure
......he had gone.

And then without a word
they crept down the ladder
and RAN
......all the way
HOME.

panting, "Did you see him?!"
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"YEA!"

panting.

And then hid safe behind a tree.




"I counted a hundred."

"I counted a hundred and fifty!"

And then peaking
around the tree trunk

"Did you see him?" whispering

And the other nodded.

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(1) excelsior - noun - slender, curved wood shavings used especially for packing.
[Originally a trade name.]

(2) tongs - plural noun - utensil with two arms
which I turned into a adjective - the tracks are like quivering steel "tongs"




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Richard A. McCullough


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