Question

The Train Come on children, let’s play a game Climb aboard the chugging train! Blow your whistles and take your seats Onto shoulders, if you please! Forward, backward, backward forward, But in a line, don’t run outward! Stay in line, and shut your eyes With open eyes, you’ll nothing spy On roads of iron, we move to and fro, Here come the lights, and there they go. Across the meadows, over the hills, Past aging farmers, temples, mills. Past village wells and a lush green field With broken walls, and a potato field. Smoky clouds, Fairs, and crowds. Village fairs, Riders on mares. Flocks of birds, Clustered huts. Bridges and paths, Dhobi ghats. Small tea shops, Puddles, and flocks.

How did you like the poem?

Answer 1

I liked the poem very much.