Send (an acrostic poem)


Signals of her desire radiated outward at the speed of emotion.

Even as dense as he was, he had to sense something.

Nodding, he seemed ready to speak.  She stepped closer, hopeful.

Don’t you know it he ran away instead?  Next time she was going to try semaphore!

Train (an acrostic poem)

Toby went through the sequence again

Ready to try his hand he stepped up

A shiver ran down his spine

It all came down to this moment

Now he was the engineer.  He pulled the whistle and moved the lever