The Iron Horse

Children run and laugh to have a chance

To ride upon the mystical beast that gallop and prance.

They sit up high waiting for their host

Being chosen first they snicker and boast.

“I’m the best there is,” cries one from the lot,

But another claimed two children blurting, “I think not.”

Almost all had been picked, all besides one.

A color faded stallion, competing with the young.

The youth laughed at their elder at his unfortunate loss,

A tear trickled from his eye, down the weather beaten gloss.

He searched for a rider, but none stood in view.

His time was nearly up, conductor giving his cue.

But an elderly man slowly made his way to the beast all alone.

Stroking the solid mane of the of the animal he had once flown.

He climbed atop the euphoric seat as the music began to play,

Their hearts skipped joyfully beat by beat as it had in those youthful days.

Reviews

[ElizaB]

Thanks for your entry :)

I could feel the magic in your words.