Fly Bye

Riding trains

   Fly bye

 

 Grab the gear, my backpack

 For a boxcar near the tail

 Waiting for the switch track

 Because I’m ready to ride the rail

 

Cross road bells are singing

Faceless drivers hate

On the handrail I’m clinging

Because they have to wait

 

Click, clack, the metal pounds

While all the units roar

Before I lay, my bed roll down

I jam a spike, to secure the door

 

Signal lights are flashing red

Horn blows to approach the end

silence, as we bow our heads

We say good byes, till we ride again

         

                       by  Mauricio Montoya

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Back in the day when I was hopping trains

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

Wow, I really liked this. It has so much rhythm. Typically I don't like rhyme because most writers fail miserably at using it, but this piece definitely didn't. It grabbed my attention right away. I'm a bit of a traveler myself, and this poem was thrilling. ^_^ Great write.

[Ruth]

I love the structure, actually races the poem along! Nothing quite like jumping from train to train, hitting the track to somewhere, nowhere lol
xx

[Jacqueline Lopez]

Amazing and very different. I love the rhymes, too.

[Poetic Beauty]

this is a wonderful poem. The flow is nicely done.

[Art Sun]

Nice work on giving us that inside view of riding the train...even though it is as you say tramp tracking...it does give us that special inside look...

nice Mauricio...

[Manda]

wow this was awesome! you really captured the idea of it! nicely done

[Journey]

This is a good piece Mauricio. I see the train. I feel the excitement of stealing a ride and sailing along the rails. So once your in a car you lock the door so that others can't come in with you. How you ever had anyone to become violent in the cars? I hope that you make this into a series and tell us more about your journeys.