#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,
Happy faces all around,
going to reach Grand mothers house.

Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
soon we will see the mango trees,
the sunflower fields
and the flowing river near the fields.


Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
we will play hide and seek,
pluck flowers from the field,
and will gather colour stones

Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
The vacations should never end.