My father has celebrated a birthday, and in New Zealand, it was Father’s Day. Guess who did not organize cards, gifts, or an outing? (Ahem.)
My plan was to write a post about my enduring love for trains. Instead, here is my silly love letter to trains:
My love letter to trains
How I love you, trains,
And the click clack of your wheels on the tracks.
I listen for your whistle at a crossing.
The hiss and puff of smoke from a steam engine,
From the fire in your belly.
Or the long, low whine of a diesel train.
How my heart races
When you cross a bridge.
How my ears go pop
When you enter
A tunnel through a mountain.
Whether your carriages are filled
With freight, or passengers,
You are going places,
Near and far, night and day.
Fast or slow.
Your carriages are all connected,
And when the engine pulls you,
You make a train.
You do the work of a thousand horses.
Only the switch of points
Sends you, or holds you back.
Happy Birthday, Dad. And Happy Father’s Day, too. Thank you for sharing your love for trains with me.