Bianca McCowat Poetry

Help me
I just need something
It wont take long
I'm in some desperate need

My toy train is stuck
On the track of it's life.
It's this darned mountain
I just can't reach

I can't see your face
But you're tall enough
Just grabe the front carriage
Push in the right direction

No, I don't know the right dirction
Shouldn't it just fall there,
Like puzzle pieces?
I probably sound helpless

Thank you kind being
I whispered as the train moved
Slwoly stepping the sleepers
The Angel bent down for a hand shake

Almost as a mirror stood there
Plain as can be
That was no Angel
...That was...me...

Poet: Bianca McCowat