Waiting for the Train

Waiting for the Train is the poem that was only heard in Poetry Day.

Poem
Far away and long ago, across the still, deserted plain,

My Great-Great-Uncle Fezwick Lion was waiting for the coming train.

It was three days overdue, but on that spot he did remain-

Waiting cold and tired and hungry, waiting for the coming train.

Two hundred miles away from Fezwick,

Delayed by trees and floods and rain,

The engineer said, "Stoke the engine! He's out there waiting for the train!"

"This pleading message we received; I fear that he might be in pain:"

Please send train! Can't wait much longer!

"We won't be stopped by anything; I will not make him wait in vain!"

She knew that they could not slow down, lost time they never could regain.

The engine almost shook to pieces, taxes by the tremendous strain.

When, finally, in Uncle Fezwick barely any hope remained,

He heard the sound, he saw the smoke,

He could barely be restrained!

"We faced death," she told him.

"When your frantic message we obtained. Against all odds, we've made it to you so you did not wait in vain."

Fezwick said, "I'm glad you made it. I really need not one thing more. Now I can go home happy; I'd never seen a train before!"