To my right stands AG Gardener
to my left is tall PG Woodhouse
I am on the way to Plymouth in Hobo
The spread of fall is but a spray of colors
the train perches up low and slow
not to wake up the dreaming fairies
of sleeping hills and sloping downs
bedecked with fragrant leaves
of different hues and colors
love and flora wondering to dance
but for the silent screens of early snows
climb into hobo to cheer with children
the colors,as they climbed into the train,
rained and radiated in and aroubd
as the children danced in cheers
