Train No. 1

Out of its shed
this sunshine day
an old electric train
clanked by
it made its way
in well maintained
and voluntary mode
its wonders to perform
at sedentary pace
with its number on its front
and sides
and with its polished painted flair
it seemed to me
to almost glide on silver lines
when the signal let it
so
to do
and at the crossing
village road
its reflecting
headlamp dim
it softly owled
its distant sound
its toot-toot- to
politely say
its
Here I come
and then it crossed
my mind
that
it might be
that an elderly pedestrian
or a baby
in a perambulator
perchanced upon
a sunny day
to cross
its path
its path
its parallel
and proudly punctual
path
its weekend
path
from
terminus
and
back

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