The Trolley
The whistle has blown.
We are about to board the trolley express.
As we took our seats the conductor says
"All Aboard, please have your tickets ready."
It was a sight to see,
The train as full as can be
There was not a seat free
It was fun to me.
It was I interesting reliving history
I always thought it was a mystery.
I can share what I know
With people who want to know.
This poem is about:
My community