by Glenn G   Nov 8, 2019

I hear that whistle blowing
See the steam in the wind
It's slowin' for the curve
And comin' 'round the bend
It's carrying a love
I never thought I'd find
Choo-choo, choo-choo, it screamed
Then whaled it two more times

I can almost smell her scent
See her eyes of blue
I Cried the day she went
But now we're starting new

My Angel, she flew
In a body with no wings
The voice inside me sings
To the sound of choo-choo, choo-choo


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  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a great poem, Glenn. Very original and a joy to read.

    All the best,


    • 2 months ago

      by Glenn G

      Thanks Ben, the idea came to me while my grandson was playing with his train. Lol