Transporting Out of Myself




There are long, hot days in the warehouse.

Sometimes I feel like a tugboat chugging along,

Pulling great amounts of weight behind me.

I like the idea of a big swale following me,

With waves of blue and white bubbles spraying!

Sometimes I feel like a barge,

Where there are no people on board.

I am barely breaking through the water,

Parting waves and leaving ripples in my wake.


I would like to be ‘The Little Engine That Could.’

I like the idea of the circus animals on board,

Children along the countryside waving and cheering!

Then, there is the clatter and the clanging of another

Fantasy transportation,

‘Chitty, chitty, bang, bang!’

Up above the puffy clouds in an azure blue sky,

Flying weightless, effortlessly,

“I can fly!”

It is not always pretty nor easy,

This getting older in this creaky body!







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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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