I love to travel by the train
Note, I don’t mind if plush or plain
Railroad cars are the finest way
If truly seeking getaway.
There’s much to see along the track
On every side, both front and back
Oh such great joy a trip can be
Each ride filled with frivolity !
Sometimes there’s food, sometimes there’s not
But dining cars sure feed a lot
If on your trip you’re going far
There is an observation car.
It’s so much fun to go by train
I can’t wait to do it again !
I am so glad my life began
Close to the ocean’s magic span
All seasides bring great joy to me
I’ve spent my life next to the sea.
For I have been in Jersey born
And loved its waters night and morn
I’ve spent my childhood playing by
The edge of lakes or brooks nearby.
The sound of water seems to me
Like some majestic symphony
There’s never in my life a day
The water’s not a walk away.
To me the choice is matter small
If leafy pond or waterfall
Some stream meandering about
Or bubbling spring with water spout.
Now I’m a Pisces, water sign
Two little fishes unaligned
While one swims up, the other down
Whatever happens we don’t drown !
Of all the things I miss the most
Those lengthy walks along the coast
Where one tred beaches on the shore
And climbed small dunes there by the score.
Wandering amongst seagrass plumes
While ocean roar veils salty spumes
To laugh and play upon each wave
And treasure all the joy it gave.
But that was oh, so long ago
Before the accident you know
Since then the ocean is taboo
Like hilly roads and hiking too.
I find myself confined a bit
There are those places I can’t fit
I still savour life to the core
Just not the same as life before !
I can imagine all the ocean spray
With salted spume wild splashing in display
A breeze that frolics freely in the air
Oh how I dream and wish I could be there !
I can remember days long gone
When we had trails to hike upon
That wound through forests clad in green
Up wooded hillsides by a stream
Along the bend where moss rose grew,
Look up you’ll catch a patch of blue.
Hundreds of trees of every size
Parade before your very eyes
Oh such a sight it was to see
What I would give once more to be
Alive upon those mountainsides
Where bits of God’s true wealth resides !
The little pleasures I enjoy
Are simple measures I employ
To meet new friends along the wayÂ
And keep me busy day by day Â
Minding that we stay safe from harm  Â
With happy days all soft and warm.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 