041410j Destination Is The Beginning Poem by Manonton Dalan

i saw the marker an old banyan tree
adoring the brightness of the east
i pull the rope, a loud horn was born
i can hear the brakes trying to hold
sliding to a good distance, it could
be a clean touchdown no doubt

the conductor climb up the roof
easily found my green duffle bag
without hesitation he throw it down
it planted itself to nice upright stand
i bid goodbye to a worhty brother
so as the loving mother and her kid