
In my day every young boy’s dream
was to ride on a train that was powered by steam
imagining how the driver must feel
as he stood in control of that monster of steel
but now I’m content to just stand and admire
these giant engines through their smoke and fire
still cherished and polished by a faithful few
whose childhood dreams have all now come true

Lovely poem! A child’s imagination will always be his greatest friend; together they will create the most fantastic hours of play.
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It’s up to us wordsmiths to fire that imagination
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This is very good, Bobby. I can’t say I ever had that dream, but I do love to ride them 😎
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