On a Burmese Train

Pz-avatarby Jack River09 Feb 2017

Platform four for Pyin Oo Lwin, the old Marshall said
Through teeth broken, full brown and rotten
From chewing the Betel and inside his head
More instructions that he had forgotten

Down old greasy stairs and through puddles and dogs
We arrived at the tin shining tracks
Past barking and trouble and different fogs
We hopped on the train and relaxed

Upper class was our carriage, a full fifty pence
But with seats so destroyed you disdain them
Over top was soft draped a paltry valance
Seats so far from white you could frame them

Then at three fifty nine, the old whistle blew
And slowly we moved on away
Four am was the time that everyone knew
This train left from cold Mandalay

So with windows open and fans on the ceiling
We bade good farewell to the rain
We were headed far east and soon we were feeling
The call of adventure again

And all of a sudden, like water from fountain
Before my red hot languid eyes
I saw fifty colours spill over the mountain
And breathed in the solemn sunrise