IS IT STILL NOT READY?
I spent an hour or two
Working on the “choo-choo”…
Trying to get back
To what I’d originally thought through.
You know–it’s changed over time–
According to reason or rhyme…
Spurs* tend to be
And frequently changed over time!
I’m going less and less “real”
There’s only so much I can steal…
And fit in my space,
Getting smaller apace,
Or at least that;s how it feels!
Like danging participles,**
I must simplify principles…
Nothing sticking off
The edge–for a cough
To push rolling stock away!
Within my imaginary scheme,
I wonder, which way is upstream…
The way I’d assume
There isn’t enough room
For the stone woolen mill of my dream?
There’s never enough room for everything,
My New England layout I’ve got to “wing”…***
Train switching is fine
If it’s usable some time,
Maybe then…I’ll hear the angels sing!
* Spurs…spur tracks…** participles…grammatical devices in English…*** Wing, or to wing it…improvise