I love trains.
I was born
a hundred feet
from the railroad tracks
first sound I heard-
a locomotive.
Vibrations making
my heart shake.
Rolling click- clack
down the track.
My earliest thoughts
were, where had
the train been -
first dreams, about
their destiny.
The smell of burnt coal
permeating the air,
an essence of youth.
I love trains.
Big engines blowing
steam like a Bison
in the cold air,
a grey whale spouting
in the open sea like
the whistle blowing-
signaling passing thru
click-clack
down the track.
The tracks-
a playground
for my imagination,
classroom for a
curious young mind.
Learned to count
railcars. Reading-
Atchison, Topeka, Santa Fe.
Many years have
long since gone now.
The sounds, smells,
dreams and adventurous
thoughts-are
cherished memories
eternally cemented
for the love of trains.
-Charles King
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