The Train poem by Christian

I DID NOT WRITE THIS, MY BROTHER DID.
C:



The train hummed when its wheels
Went over the tracks
The whistle screamed through the air
Giving a warning to all ahead
The cars sometimes jumped on the tracks
As if spooked by something
It rocked back and forth
As if cradling all inside
The cargo stumbled
Throughout its belly
As if dancing to
Some sort of beat
It would spring forward
As if to catch itself
From tripping
But stay on its feet
With its headlights like eyes
Glaring throughout the darkness
And all would feel safe
Knowing nothing is in their way
And would soon fall asleep
To the low rocking beat



By: Christian B.