“weedy rail tracks”

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.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to “weedy rail tracks”

  1. Jules says:

    I left a comment at Twigs… didn’t see a link there.
    Jack sounds cool. 😀


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