We had a writing marathon last week during the
Summer Institute. Before we all went our separate ways, Lois—who had recently returned from a train trip—asked us to imagine we see, hear, and smell a train. We were supposed to be travelers, but I couldn’t imagine that, so *I wrote this:
Chuga, chuga, chug
Choo choo, the train whizzes by
Leaving me behind.
*Our writing during the institute isn't perfect; our point is to exercise. We see our activities as an opportunity to practice, and we feel successful whether the writing works well or not.
