THE LONG TRAIN
Twenty two coaches were on the very long train,
With two large engines pulling it, up, then down again,
Snaking its way through scenes of such great beauty,
Carrying many people, many sights for them to see.

In each coach there were sixty people, maybe more,
Only two coaches for dining that left twenty for
The passengers to sit on that train so long to see,
Now if my maths is right twelve hundred there would be,
Sitting, soaking up the view as that train went on
And we were in twelve, some before and some gone.

It was a rare sight to see the front of the long train,
Then look the other way the long back view to gain,
Many rivers and lakes we saw as we went slowly along,
Though we became part of nature, a good place to belong,
With all the many colours of the trees seen on either side,
No one could their true admiration ever want to hide.

We also made new friends on that long slow moving train,
Folks we now know and would love to meet once again,
When we arrived and gazed at the beauty found everywhere,
We and all the others in awe wondered in this place so fair.

Then back going the very same way but on the other side
We sat, seeing what we missed as along again we did glide,
Not quite sure which was the prettiest as we returned home,
But I hope it is not the last time along that track we roam.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 2, 2003