Monday, April 6, 2015

Oh, the Train (Monday Poem)

Oh, the train pulled in the station.
The bell was ringing wet.
The train ran by the depot,
And I think it's running yet.

'Twas midnight on the ocean.
Not a streetcar was in sight.
The sun and moon were shining,
And it rained all day that night.

'Twas a summer day in winter,
And the snow was raining fast
As a barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood sitting on the grass.

Oh, I jumped into the river
Just because it had a bed.
I took a sheet of water
For to cover up my head.

Oh, the rain makes all things beautiful,
The flowers and grasses, too,
If the rain makes all things beautiful,
Why didn't it rain on you?

from Over the Hills and Far Away: A Treasury of Nursery Rhymes Collected by Elizabeth Hammill, 2015, Candlewick

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