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." Types of Poetry "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; Types of Poetry 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) Types of Poetry 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. Types of Poetry "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. Types of Poetry 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?!" Types of Poetry "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"
