A Tree and a Train

She’s like a tree to me
A maple, stable and serene
Providing shade and leafy green
Protection from the worst of all the thistles

I’m like a train to him
A smoky rush, mighty gust of wind
Blowing where the forests already thinned
And slowing only when I whet my whistle

He’s like the sea to me
Steady, strong, upon the beach
The ocean’s motion leaves it clean
The sand made brand new every morning

I’m like the waves to her
Poseidon’s passion, crashin’ towards and
Dashin’ ‘gainst the rocks on her eastern shore
The lighthouse issuing its warning

Hold me now
As we go ‘round

She’s like a tree to me
A maple, stable and serene
I’m like a train to him
A smoky rush, mighty gust of wind
He’s like the sea to me
Steady, strong, upon the beach
I’m like the waves to her
Poseidon’s passion, crashin’ towards and
Dashin’ ‘gainst the rocks on her eastern shore

© Gregory J. Yoder, 2016