#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,

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
Journeying onward, never looking back.

With each clatter, a story untold,
Of adventures new and treasures old,...