#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,
We flow away from smoke singing along with its fume,
But rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The music plays as we sing along,
The land is moving back
And this journey is taking long


© Årjei
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