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The Steady Chugging of Our Train

February 22, 2010
By Shirley_R_K SILVER, Liberty, South Carolina
Shirley_R_K SILVER, Liberty, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
But sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence.<br /> -1 Peter 3:15


I hear the steady chugging,
Of the train that carries me.
I whisk away, enjoying the ride.

The mountains stately and snow-capped,
Soar through my window.
My eyes drink in their striking beauty,
Daring, not to blink.

Between those mighty mountains lie,
A valley of pure splendor.
With mountain streams,
Flying things,
And flowers of every breed.

Lilies, Poppies, and Daffodils
Climb up the subtle hill,
Rises the Sun in a cloudless sky.

We chugged along,
Through that flowered valley,
Under the serene, blue sky,
And into the Shadow ahead.

Once inside, it was pitch.
I froze in my place,
Afraid to move--
To fall.
I was help-less,
Powerless, against this force.

Dark had me in his iron grip.
I couldn't move.
Think.
Breathe.

I couldn't see, couldn't live,
A fifth of my senses stolen,
Held in Dark's steely grasp.

Dark and Time,
Allies, as Time stood still.
Refusing to budge,
Taunting me,
Keeping me in this lost state.

Hours seemed to go by,
But it was only <i>minutes</i>,
Days felt gone,
But it was only <i>seconds</i>.

Silence had fallen upon all the cars,
And all that was heard,
Was the steady chugging
Of our train.

The author's comments:
I was in 2nd grade, and my mom and I got up at 4:30 in the morning to leave for an all day field trip: A train ride! I had the time of my life with my friends, and even more fun looking out the window. Then all the sudden we went into a tunnel. It was pitch black, I was terrified, and stumbling around, trying to find my Mom. She called out to me and I eventually found her. I took comfort near her, and decided to take a picture of the dark to show my Dad and brother :) ahh 2nd grade! That was the story I intended to write in this poem. But it had other ideas. My Mom never came in, I was alone. I planned to end the poem by coming out of the poem, breaking free, finding that Light I craved. The poem had other ideas. When I got to the end. It stopped, I new that poem was done, there was no pushing it farther on. Like many author's realize, sometimes works take on a mind of their own.

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