Train II

Why ride the
Train I am asked
Why travel slow when
You could travel fast so
I reply I see more going
Slow but that is only a
Part of why I climb up
The train stairs to be
A child again on the
Train America fast
Rolling by like my
Life and I smile
Remembering
The wonder
Of a train
Ride the
Cabin
Beds
Dining
Car all at
Speeds of
Over 50 or
More or less
Miles per
Hour as
Fields
Kids
Dogs and
Cars trucks
Tractors horses
And cows crops
Woods all roll past
Like an oldie movie
Horizontal instead of
Vertical and I can smell
My mother’s perfume and
The concentrated energy of
My two elder sisters waiting
For their metamorphosis to
Teens looking after me my
Sister Sarah my brother
David and the baby
Mary all packed in
A compartment
Like talking but
Pungent messy
Little sardines
Crying fussy
Laughing
Fidgety
Always curious
Asking endless queries
Unaware yet sponges for
Anything said by elders
On a train adventure
My constant secure
Companions on all
My trips but most
Especially on the
Train rocking to
And fro like a
Child again
Smelling
The air
For
Mom’s
Perfume.