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RIDE THE TRAIN
I ride the train each day.
For this, I need to pay?
No seat I can see.
Never is one free.
I hang from the strap above.
A soft sigh feels like a dove.
I turn my head to the side.
And do you know what I find?
A girl standing next to me.
One as pretty as can be.
She offers a small smile.
Now I could walk a mile.
I stand up taller than before.
I am now ten feet off the floor.
A slight smile before she departs.
I’m left happy as my day starts.
I am a farmer which does not have to deal with the masses. For you to
deal with the masses. Is a hard life. When I am in public, I am a loose
cannon like Crockadile dondee. I went to the San Diego Writers conference. They wanted a word writing of reunion of writers.I wrote a three page poem before I left. I write in rhythmic verse.A publisher did not like rhythmic poems. At the end of the conference, they passed out
awards to all the groups. A quiet in the room and then said We have a special award to Daryl and want him ti read it. I had to stop three times for the crowds laughter drown me out. Then I got a standing ovation. Which tells you they say you are wrong but look how happy you made people feel. I like your writing Darryl Ehlers
Love ya!
Jane