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        EATING ON THE TRAIN
When I was very little and we went on a train,
Going through the dining car it was always a pain
To see other passengers eating a meal or drinking tea,
And me feeling hungry, but only jam butties for me.

I never did grumble because we could afford the fare,
Not like really poor folk who had tables often bare,
Not even basic food was seen for the family to eat,
A fresh loaf to them, I’m sure was a real treat.

Today was a different story, for going from Saulte Ste Marie
The wonderful fall colours, hopefully much beauty, to see,
And the very first time we had breakfast on a train,
We may even go mad and have lunch on the way back again.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 2, 2003