The bell tolls
When the black hands unite
As the clock
Strikes the hour
And the sleek metal beast
Gracefully rolls into the station
A billowy cloud of steam
Rises from the metallic wheels
The heat sears
Sending a smoky covering
Across the platform
Get your tickets,
Yells the men
At the counters
In the main terminal while
Jumbled words pour like rain
Over the masses
Hustling and bustling
To reach their destination.
I've ridden the rails
Many a time
Watching the pitcuresque landscape
Racing by from
My plush window seat while
Being wined and dined by
The fine service
Knowing that locomotives,
Trusted for its prompt
Arrival and departure.
Can take you anywhere.
There's always mystique
And intrique at the depot,
Where I stand
Posed, expecting my date with destiny
Long have I anticipated the
Day I'd shower
You with all my Love;
Today it's comes, and I'm
Waiting for the Train.