Edna May Hermann
Impulsively I had a yen to get off that train
and walk slowly there beside the track!
(I would have done it, too, but for the problems
of GETTING OFF a moving train, and GETTING BACK!)
Then suddenly the years dimmed out, and I was a child again,
skipping here and there, spending happy hours,
Walking with my sisters along that railroad track,
searching hard for treasures, picking bouquets of flowers.