Poem

PRATT

Posted By: David L. Skipton (email)
Date: 2/9/2010 at 00:23:21

Source: Louisa County Historical Society.

Poem by Anna M. Pratt, printed in the Journal, Tuesday, January 31st, ????

THE LIGHTNING EXPRESS

Down grandmother's banister rail,
Swift as the wind I slide;
I'm the engineer
That never knows fear,
And I travel far and wide.

Each time I rush upstairs,
Grandmother cries, "Don't fall."
When, whiz! I drop,
Without any stop,
Between Boston and Montreal.

I hurry again to the top,
Oh, my! it is such fun,
For this is the train,
That's flying from Maine
And arriving at Washington.

Once more I am off like a flash,
To carry the New York mail.
I am sure you would guess
"Tis the lightning express
On grandmother's banister rail.