#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, in the high of noon, not a moment too soon, what a delightful tune
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,

" Jane" and I swaying, non-stop
Peter: smiled, as John walked our way.
Mary; stand and gaze...