POETRY
The Redwood trees rise contentedly,
like soldiers standing statuesquely
hovering over so quietly,
protecting nature from her enemies.
The train moves down the track,
clickety clack, clickety clack.
Rundown shack, nothing to pack,
why can't we find our way back?
Pulling into the station,
cars and mills mask man's frustration.
No one to love, no one to share,
alone in the city and going nowhere!
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The Redwood trees rise contentedly,
like soldiers standing statuesquely,
hovering over so quietly,
protecting nature from her enemies.
The train moves down the track,
CLICKETY CLACK, CLICKETY CLACK,
rundown shack, nothing to pack,
why can't we find our way back?
Pulling into the station,
cars and mills, mask man's frustration.
No one to love, no one to care,
alone in the city and going nowhere!