The Train

it carried me into my dreams
where dreams forever roam

the rumble and the whistle's peal
were just a part of home

it carried me beyond a dream
into my northern days

to snow bound paths of poetry
that hid in winter's haze

it found me in the tropic sun
across the oyster bay

it carried my first love affair
it taught me how to pray

the train is coming soon for me
I heard it call again

I know I can depend on it
it's still my oldest friend

by Barry Middleton

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This is a very nice poem about the train.