#WritcoPoemPrompt10

Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon,
while trailing it's track with it's rickety sound,
rickety, Rick, rackety, rack,
the fastest it sang, the further we journeyed,
chanting and dancing a music so sweet,
with melodies of roses, we trail on it tracks ,
Rickety, Rick, Rackety, Rack
The train on it's tracks, we journey in to the horizon.