©2013 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.
"Our Entourage Rode on a Train," a poem.
Our entourage rode on a train.
Strong tracks took us through private lands.
It was one of our old estates.
Birch trees, deer and green grass lived there.
Some of us had been there before.
For others it was a first time.
We kept some of our treasures there.
There, impossible was made real:
The dogs on the estate loved cats.
The cats on the estate loved dogs.
Birds sang from eucalyptus trees,
which fed a friendly Koala.