I hear a wail far down the rail.
Here comes a train! Here comes a train!
Big light’s up front, big rumble’s nearing.
The whistle warns, All trains be fearing!;
It shakes the ground, makes my heart pound,
barrels down the tracks toward town
while screeching wheels make wail and whine,
and smell of metal, grease and grime.
first published in AllPoetry.com
©2014 Bonnie Manion