The long train speeds past my car
Tracks seem to go forever, no end in sight.
Boys laugh, dare to walk the tracks.
Cars dart across, rushing to get somewhere,
Their destination mundane and boring.
The tracks take me far away
They speak to my dreams of adventure
Take me to places I must explore.
Miz Cleary’s beagle started the howling, set it off like a fire cracker.
Larry’s old hound dog picked up the song.
Every dog in town was up on all paws, jaws open. AHHH- ROOOOO.
Doors opened, owners hollered at dogs baying, but it didn’t do any good.
The train was passing through.
Dogs spread the word.
All was fine now.
Until the next night.