Daniel's Train Poem by Jamie Robert hill

Oh Daniel started as a train his voice in a carriage a express old paper flew out of windows and the steam was blowing clouds upon those brown bricked houses and soon was they the elderly that was surrounded by warm bricked roofs a covering a voice and the blue train oozes the heartbeats of old rugged memories and the papers in there houses started running as wind slowly was the press express on that mile on Daniel's train and as the train runs over every track of tears in oil was the old Irish found that old Irish that clatters the bells coming in and every house was named on the train and Daniel sat in his carriage was the old express paper rolling out of his heart and Daniel's train redirected every heart every Irish tear and beyond fell and the oil of his eyes drop on the train and the steam of factories blew his tears oil unto the roofs of thebricked brown houses and theold express met dying faces that lived in roofs and Daniel passing the nations sent a whirlwind of papers and I look out I see his train passing every house and many express papers are found many express papers old papers many bricked brown houses and I see a name in a headline Daniel's train it was when he blew out papers from his heart and the train was Daniel's own heart the old express steamy train.