The Train Journey Poem by David Boyce

The train Journey.

As the train moves off,
With slow moving wheels,
Going around the bends,
With it making little squeals.

The train moves quicker,
With a clickety clack,
The scenery passing faster,
As we go running down the track.

You can hear the blasts,
As the loud horn sounds,
Warning the track workers we approach,
Who are upon the ground.

The train starts to go slower,
With gasps of frustration,
But the people start to smile,
Now they are arriving at their destination.

Written by David Boyce
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