There was a
train. This was no ordinary train for it had one conductor quite young, just
out of school. This train would wheel around the ground, forward, backward,
left, and right, free of tracks, lights, and passenger. So spontaneous and
different, nothing was planned out. The train would solely run on the
conductor’s time. It used to chug around randomly, but now it stops at the
garden every day, waiting for the conductor to finish his break. It could crash
into other trains, yet nothing would break or tear, no one would scream and
cry. It was a peaceful train, a train that buzzed lightly as it sped quickly
and a train that squeaked slightly as it slowed down. But time has aged the
conductor and the train was lost and forgotten, until the next generation,
where the little toy train will chug its way across the carpet once again.
~ Maci
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