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Some years ago when my great niece was about 10 or 11, my husband and I took her along on our trip to Tottenham to ride on the steam train. I wrote this poem much later, thinking back on that day. Now that she's in her 20s, she likely appreciates this poem a little more. Riding the rails - for Arikka We ride the rails in modern train’s ancient cousin the engine billows black smoke dusting our laps with soot the conductor tells tales of a phantom train as the countryside rolls by you sit with arms crossed      why don’t we go faster? Someday you’ll want to get off the fast train Carolyn Wilker Published in Good Times Magazine September 2015

Our winter is on its way out, I think. Signs of spring show up weekly. Buds on trees, a sighting of robins, green stems in the garden where flowers bloomed last spring. I'm ready for the warmth of spring and the promise of new growth.  Having said that does not mean an end to the snow and cold temperatures just yet. How I wish I had a photo to show this, but you'll have to imagine it through my words. This little poem was published by Good Times magazine several years ago and I still like it. I hope you do too.   Indigo Ocean Streetlights trail the sinking February sun even their glow cannot dim the sky tonight a vivacious quarter moon   blooms beyond its borders a jet winks and streaks past glittering stars sprinkled over an ocean   of indigo ink