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

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