DRAGON

Eight times daily, four at night,

A dragon roared and snorted

And rattled by on its way somewhere.

Each time, our floors all bounced.

Every window frame would rattle.

The ceiling seemed to sway to and fro.

Our house would grumble wearily

And almost everyone would sleep fitfully.

No one dared challenge this dragon

With steel grated prow, iron skin body.

Smoke and fire poured out of its fiery inside

As it snorted steam and clanked along

Daring the unwary to cross its path.

Now and then, it seemed to run amok,

Rushing madly on its way to where

We lived beside the dragon’s tracks

As I’m still alive to testify.

#NationalTrainDay