'Follow The Tracks' Poem by Linda Winchell

We use to play, ” Follow the tracks”
To see just where they led.
We never really found out of course
They were further than one said.

We’d walk those metal rails
The ones steel trains ran on, all night and day.
We sometimes told our stories
About the day we’d
All hop a train and run away!

How we’d travel to the end of the line
And live just as we pleased.
We’d have no adults to tell us what to do
We’re grown ups now which all did see.

Then we’d hear the trains whistle blowing
Coming fast on down the tracks.
We get all scared we’d somehow get stuck!
And get run over and cut in pieces flat!

So we’d forget about our visions
Of how grown up all of us became.
The, ” Follow the tracks”, was not real you know
It was just our childhood made up game.