The Train Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Memories
send me back
to a time when
I was a girl of ten.

Sun scorched soil
seared my feet
as I hoed long rows
of blossoming tomatoes.

The ground rumbled
as a whistle blew…
Trails of black smoke
billowed from the stack.

Rumbling wheels
followed along the rails
I waved to the engineer;
he waved back.

I watched the train
as it sped past…
New autos gleamed
with shiny chrome.

Boxcars clickity clacked
on the track
The red caboose
bid adieu.

8/21/07