My cousin, Wayne,
He loves trains:
Big or small,
He loves them all!
Some weekends,
He meets with friends,
And off they go
To a model show.
His passion, he shares,
With other fans there.
The trains, they look at,
And they stand and chat.
The trains race around
Tiny toy towns.
They design and build
Hedge, tree and field,
And they can make
House, road and lake,
Stream, pond and park,
And a tunnel so dark.
The sets are admired:
Each one is desired
By fellow fans
From across the land.
They look almost real,
And have great appeal
To steam train admirers -
The hopeful acquirers.
My cousin, Wayne,
He loves trains:
Big or small,
He loves them all!
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Your cousin Wayne is in no way alone in admiring trains. I'm not a fanatic, but I do like the preserved lines that run full sized steam trains. They are magnificent machines from a bygone age. Nice poem by the way.