Whistle Blowin'

I don’t usually write poetry, but I scribbled this out last night and thought I’d share:

Whistle Blowin’

Everyday I see
Trains pass,
And I think about
Hopping on,
Like a traveler
With a knapsack
On his shoulder,
To take me away
From here.

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