The Gentle Rain In Train Poem by Bud Taylor

Not lack a clickety-clack
while the gentle rains in a Northbound train
fall softly on the fields as gentlemen doff their caps
and the sun warm upturned faces the wind at their backs

Not lack a clickety-clack, a quest well met and never look back
remember a journey, criss-cross breadbasket and fallow fields
every summer's day gives bushels to autumn yields

No lack in a clickety-clack as your bride and thee make tracks
remember a day, a week, a lifetime spent in loving content
'A rose every Friday', a pen and paper every Mom-day spent
Clickety-clack make tracks