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.
Full
speed ahead!
Owooooooooooo
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
