In sync
#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,
silver in the sky, shines like a spoon,
drops down to share the limelight with the sun, ...
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,
silver in the sky, shines like a spoon,
drops down to share the limelight with the sun, ...