To Catch a Train

hopping train[1]

To Catch a Train

(A Free Style Poem)

.

.

The cinders

scramble at my feet,

along the iron track,

.
With ties

spread out in measures made

to upset my youthful gait,

,
While

Buddies heckle at my back.

.
As train rolls in

along the curve

that slows it

to a pace for which

fools would wait,

.
I charge off

reaching  for the cars

that clatter by

in endless rows.

.
I hasten to my fate!

.
Before black engine gathers steam,

and the piercing whistle blows,

I race to match the pace

of traffic flow ,

and strain to hop that train.

.
But then,

just as the burnished handle,

beside the open car,

brushes against  my finger tip,

while I stretch to catch a purchase on the bar,
At my fastest power burst

my footings slip

.
and then

.
I trip.

Author Notes When I was young and stupid I would do this with some buddies. We’d wait under a bridge at a curve where the train slowed down. Hop it. Ride about a mile. Then either walk back, or catch one going the other way. Teenage boys do dangerous things. Hopefully they survive.


This is a Free Style poem. Like a Free Verse poem, it has no formal structure, but it does carry rhyme in unusual manners.


This picture is from Yahoo Images.

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