hold on,

by firsty

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-02-04 13:32:00

Parent message is 375160
casey’s comin
slowly round the bend
the fresh white cloud of doom
will introduce you to your end

fingertips of flesh and blood
the engineer’s hat steamed with sweat
the throttle’s up against the wall
and the brakeman’s fate’s been met

and o old oscar he’s up the hill
famous in his white cape and cloak
he sees you but he wont make it
unless the coal starts to choke

rumbling rumbling rumbling
the forest comes alive
the trees are shaking and the rail,
the rail hums like a hive

close your eyes
the closer it gets
the tighter it fits
and the harder we’ll cry.


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