The Magic Train

There was a magic train

That pleased all who knew it

Those who missed it

Felt they blew it

The Dream Trail

Is its name

Few have seen it

Despite its fame

It has no tracks

But finds its way

To each lost soul

Who needs it that day

It floats in misty fog

And flies through cloudy skies

But the real best part

Is the trains fresh apple pies

There is a conductor

Who knows it all too well

He has been there

Since it first began

In a far off deserted land

Alex belle is his name

When he sees a passenger

He tells them

He is glad they came

Then there is the driver

Who built the dream trail

With her hands

To take others to far off lands

Her name is Ally Bodaire

Her face is pale and fair

For in that deserted land

She was a princess there

So she finds those in trouble

Who need a helping hand

And takes them far away

Into their dream land

She said within her heart

That straight from the start

She would help others

To experience the best parts

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson