My husband challenged me to write this poem last year as we found ourselves listening to old folk songs last Hanukkah. It appears in the book Dragonfly Tomorrows & Dog-eared Yesterdays.
This train’s fueled by spirit, not by power nor by might.
Passing through the countryside, she’s shining holy lights.
Nothing can stop her, she’s going all through the night.
She’s an eight car hammer running through the mountains.
Hobos are jumping up just as fast as they can get in.
The last car’s left open, cause it’s meant for them to stay in.
Blessings are sung soulfully as every passenger watches.
The dining car is busily serving up mountains worth of latkes.
Kids are spinning dreidels and unwrapping their new tchotchkes.
One car down you can hear the musicians praying and playing.
Hebrew, English, Yiddish, folks are singing, dancing, swaying.
This car’s so packed with joy, and much more’ll find its way in.
Each car’s glowing brightly, lit by the flames of the menorah.
Loving families gather closely, happily studying the Torah.
There’s plenty of room inside, ‘cause we even saved a seat for ya.