Mr. Zets Poem by Carmela Patterson

His basement was his pride we could plainly see
with trains against all four walls like a virtual town,
engines chugging in many directions at one time
captivating us turning frowns upside down.

There were small buildings, little stores, bridges,
trestles, trees, bushes, benches, lights, and hills,
twists, turns, up, down, all over his man cave
large tables holding it all up to it's window sills.

Mr. Zets was an avid Lionel Toy Train lover for sure
you could see in his eyes the joy all of it brought him
as it spilled over to all who expectantly visited his set
but when illness took his life, the trains became dim.
Fondly I remember him..... Jim.

Mr. Zets was the father of a friend with whom I attend High School and his first name was actually George - I chose Jim for rhyming purposes.