For this weeks Flash! Friday we had to incorporate the theme of Treasure into a story about the following prompt. I wanted to try something a little different this week and it’s been a long time since I tried my hand at a poem!:
Chef at the Trans-Siberian rail wall, between Moscow and Khabarovsk. CC 2.0 photo by Leidolv Magelssen.
Running late
Ever feel like you’re standing still,
That life’s the same old run-of-the-mill?
Then here’s a tip, you need to move,
Get yourself out of your little groove.
Some people walk, some people run,
Each one brings a little fun,
Others drive at breakneck speed,
To fulfill a deep instinctual need.
The daring sail the ocean blue,
Get back to nature, pure and true,
The adventurous head into the sky,
To breath in freedom while they fly.
Not me though, I am not the same,
I’ll always choose to ride the train,
It’s rooted firmly to the ground,
But filled with energy, life and sound.
I’ve met some people on the rails,
So full of stories to regale,
The lives they’ve lived are full of passion,
Good food, fine wine and high-end fashion.
Sometimes they’re lost or running late,
But I don’t mind, it’s part of fate.
No other transport can quite measure,
To my trains full of love and treasure.
