Houses, cities, farms and cows passing by,
the view from the train window.
Rivers, lakes, forests, and trees passing by,
the view from the train window.
The train derails, people screaming,
inside the train lives passing away.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
Houses, cities, farms and cows passing by,
the view from the train window.
Rivers, lakes, forests, and trees passing by,
the view from the train window.
The train derails, people screaming,
inside the train lives passing away.
Bob Boyd