Click-itty– clack, click-itty-clack
as the able train chugs down the track,
I gaze out it’s window
green trees and blue sky
as they’re ever so quickly
whisked on by.
The train car rocks gently
from side – to – side,
then jerks in staccato’
drawing the eye;
returns to the rhythm
as we roll down the track,
the soothing sweet music
carries me back . . .
Two tiny girls, how we loved those old trains,
sleek, steel dinosaurs
rattled my brain;
the cry of their whistle
echoed into the night
as though they were bidding
Pat and Jeanie, “good night”.
The engine’s smoke billowing
up into the sky
brushing the clouds
as they floated on by;
our ears to the ties
little sister and I
could predict by vibration
another soon would roar by.
Off in the distance
we could hear it’s approach
til louder and louder
went thundering by
our bedroom walls trembled
but we didn’t cry.
Haunting howl of it’s whistle
faded into the night
after two tiny passengers
boarded it’s flight
in their bed, went along,
while all snuggled in tight;
rode the nightly dream journey
on old Click-itty-clack
as it carried two sisters
to dreamland, and back.
How we loved the sweet music
chugging down the track . . .
that magical rhythm
still takes me back
to our countless night journeys
on the sweet, soothing sound,
of Old Click-itty – Clack.
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