Spring Training and Dancing to the Clack

The TFE Poetry Bus ticket this week is a poem about trains. Well...he didn't say we couldn't use a gerund...














SPRING TRAINING

Robin, ready for the game,

Struts among the puddles,

Sporting black masked face

And red chest protector.

Jonquil, in uniform of green,

Does pushups through the grass

And huddles on the field

With members of the team;

They raise their golden bats,

Swinging as they all

Heed March’s airy call.

Bluebells on the verge,

Cheering to be heard,

Dance before the sun --

Spring Training has begun.

Art by Tania Radda, Artist

"Spring Training" 2006

The following poem is something I posted last summer. If you've already read it, please don't feel obligated to comment. This is my train ticket for the TFE's Poetry Bus:

DANCING TO THE CLACK

Take a bit of creosote,

soak a wooden tie,

press it on a gravel bed

and spike it in the ground.

Do this and do this

‘til all you can see

as far as you look

looks like piano keys,

moving to a pencil point

far down the line.

Now you are ready to

lay a penny down,

or even better yet,

to dance to the sound --

heel first, toe next,

heel now again --

arms spread out,

ready to fly

west to Kentucky

Indiana Illinois,

where you can see forever,

not just around the bend,

where the sun comes up

right out of the land,

where the sun goes down

in the field behind,

where you can hear the whistle

long before you see,

long before you think it’s time

to think of heading back,

long before you run along,

pacing with the clack,

arms pumping

knees rising

cheeks blowing

chuff chuffing,

long before you hook your arm

on that rusty rail,

long before you swing on up,

grinning from the feel

of the run and the journey

and the warm metal bar

crooked in your arm

as you watch from the car

the smooth, flat land that

rolls beneath the wheels.

Just a bit of creosote,

soaked into a tie

pressed on a gravel bed,

spiked into the ground,

just one penny flat,

or even better yet,

just one kid dreaming

of dancing to the clack.