Passenger Train Poem by Dorsey Baker
Passenger Train
The whistle starts to blow
Let's you know
That the train is coming
And it won't be long
Before it comes!
The train whistle
Blowing like a heavy wind
As the train
Comes rolling in
The sun is going down
It's sinking in the hazy sky
The train comes roaring like a lion
Leaves a big dark cloud of smoke
As it passes by
That train is a passenger train
Always taking somebody
To their
Somewhere else!
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