Locomotive Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Energetic, going to town, locomotive imagination chugging
in an invisible engine that loves to find avenues that
will reach the top.

Nothing to stand in the way, forming and loving exciting
sounds of measures of country western tempos quickly ex-
panding positive moods and attitudes.

Explicitly as they rock and roll out onto the dance floor,
the train whistles blowing off steam, ignoring all the
jeers of unimportant people.

As they carouse behind people, taking aim at heights of
mountains where life will expand tonight in the evening
shadows of musical compositions.