By Rachel
Here
comes the train,
whis- tle blow- ing,
eng- ine
puf- fing.
Red- and
white- striped bars come down ‘cross the road and the
whistle screams out, “Watch out!” as the train
passes by, rushing through town
and out the oth- er side,
mov- ing on
through the dark,
whis- tle fad- ing,
cross- bars
ris- ing.
There
goes the train.