Poems ✍️

Once I heard the whistle sound quickly hurling through the air
my eyes lit up, my lips parted smiling from ear to ear.

Well you know it was another one of those early Saturday
mornings waiting for a free ride. I was ready to soar and
there was nowhere left to hide.

Our car broke down about a mile or two back, but I'm never
lost as long as I can find me a railroad track.

I yelled get ready girls and boys we're going to jump the
train, heading onto Buffalo. I picked up the pace running
side by side. Grabbed hold of that hot steel rail and flung
my body way up high.

I can taste the breeze while this story is coming down and
I'm burning with desire wishing I could relive those early
days. I know it's not feasible but still I'm happily amazed.

Nostalgic memories always brings forth a smile, one or two
and those listening ears and full eyes will always find
themselves dazzled with past memories that were tucked so
far away from me or you.

Written by: Melvina Germain (To be continued)
Date: March 06/16