Where has my little toy train
gone?
The one I got for Christmas long, long
ago.
Running away with my heart on those shiny tracks
laying below.
I recall the smoke that rolled
soft and slow.
Like the color of peaceful snow
falling.
In my mind I still hear it's whistle sweetly
calling.
The locomotive sleek
and strong.
The boxcars long
and flowing.
My childhood went out riding those rails,
forever going.
Loved this poem and memories of childhood recalled. Great poem here, Smoky. Happy New Year too with {{{hugs}}}
Memories of childhood locked up in toys we loved. Great write Smoky, very poignant.
A fantastic poem, we never forget our best toys what we had as a child.
What a lovely write! It brings fond memories of childhood days!
Thank you for writing this lovely poem and melting our hearts. 5 stars and favorited! ! ! !
Oh, Smoky! You called forth memories of Christmases of yore! And what a sweet trip it was!
Great poem. Reminded me of my train set when I was a boy. You know how to take us back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem Smoky. I too have many fond memories of my toy train - and the real ones (I mean steam, of course)