Written for:  The Twiglets #201 - "weedy rail tracks"


Kids loved stepping
on weeks grown tall
through rails
of old train tracks.


She sprung up
like a weed,
thin as a rail.


girl gathers weeds
in bunches to bring home
near the rusted rails


                     There once was a hobo named Jack
                     who loved riding boxcars on track.
                          He drank a little
                         and played the fiddle
           Jack's tales caused bosses to turn their backs.

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