The Train Poem by Paul Warren

The click clack answered back
AsI rode along in the train
The familiar sound it made
The rail journey was always a highlight

In the summer the doors were open wide
As the breeze cooled me down
And the click clack egged me along
At each station into town we stopped

The smell of diesel and hot brakes
Until the Adelaide Station was reached
The concourse was the biggest place I knew
Always busy people bustling through

An afternoon in the shops walking around
To the pictures to see a colour film
There was a magic to these times
Then click clack the train took me home again.

© Paul Warren Poetry