Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Lionel Train Under the Tree

artwork: ralph murre

Lionel Train Under the Tree
 by Robert Walton

My dog's tail,
Like an old brown rope,
Lay across the rails.

I caught my brother's eye.
He shrugged and grinned;
It was worth a try.

Sparks flashed blue.
Full speed ahead!

Old Blondie sprang free,
Eyes like railway tunnels,
Through our Christmas tree.

Ornaments fell like colored snow.
Our Mother screamed, "What happened?"
We don't know.

~ previously appeared on Your Daily Poem