The Train That Sees
-a poem-
I am stuck in place, unmoving, unseeing
Seemingly without use or purpose
And yet I am loved
A work of art, a jungle-gym, a reminder of where we’ve been
"Frisco’s First" I am to portray the hope and joy the railroad brought with its arrival
Children however, ignore my title
They care little that I am not the subject, merely an object looking on
Thy cheer and squeal, running to me from across the lawn
Many adults barely spare me a glance
Kids see my purpose when they give me a chance
To inspire
To bring joy
All these I do with kids, both girl and boy
I am stuck in place but those who care come to me
I have no eyes and yet I see
I watch as the kids grow up
So when they are adults they spare me a glance—
All because, once upon a time, they gave me a chance
An object I may be
But I have a purpose and I’m loved
All this you will see if you take the time to look at me
The prompt was to write a poem off of a man-made object. At first I had a hard time but then I came back to this statue, one I used to climb on as a little girl when we would go to the library, and I started imagining all the things the Train might say if he could speak.