I slapped my hand against its body, <br />feeling the cold touch of steel beneath my fingers. <br />An electrifying rush swept through me <br />as I reminisced of years gone by. <br /> <br />The days when I ran strong and fast <br />those days are now a thing of the past. <br />By touching the cold hard steel of a train, <br />the vivid memories came back again. <br /> <br />I ran like that of a jaguar, <br />with a sprint, I held tight the rail. <br />I rode that train through field and city, <br />if I had fallen, oh dear, what a pity.<br /><br />Melvina Germain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/617-no-train-fare/
