Here Comes The Whistle Poem by Jeremy Willson

Can I grow wings like new
And jump off this picturesque view
A bridge so wonderfully high and sturdy
Like a nest in a tree and I'm the Birdy
I'll fly like the angel I once was
Spreading my vast feathers because
Because under the nest lyes soft green grass
But under the bridge runs the train's tracks
I can hear the whistle piercing closer in my ear and I cry
I can hardly wait, so it's time for me to say goodbye