She Rode the Train to Glory

She rode the train to glory,
Her star was shining throughout the territory,
They called her the princess with red hair,
Her eyes were blue and skin so fair,
When she danced on stage the men whistled,
While all the women folk bristled.

Her given name was Nancy Smith,
A plain-Jane name given by kith,
One day, a broken mirror caught her beauty,
She changed her name to Redonna Agouti
Her hand-bills listed her as the dancing Italian
Countess who two-stepped with the battalion.

Redonna's heart and soul was with dancing,
Her famous legs wouldn't quit prancing,
She was the queen of the gaudy stage,
Wearing her purple plume in a suspended cage,
She caught the eye of a cowboy named Ranger,
And fell in love at first sight with this stranger.

He asked her to dance a waltz or two with him,
They kept dancing until the lights were dim,
Both of them were smitten with the love bug,
Before the night was over, he gave her a hug,
Ranger proposed after the first kiss,
Redonna said yes because she was in bliss.

The "Italian Countess" and cowboy were married
For forty years until they were buried,
Their tombstones lay side-by-side,
Each, with a drawing of a groom and bride,
As well as their names chiseled with pride,
"In loving memory of Ranger Smith,"
And "In loving memory of Nancy Smith Smith."

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Sonia Walker

I have been writing poetry, short stories and articles of interest for over thirty years. Most of my writing has been published in small presses, journals and weekly community newspapers. It is enjoyable to receive positive feedback on my writing. Before retirement, I was an editor and co-publisher for a quarterly journal and monthly newsletter from Anchorage, Alaska. My philosophy is to write something everyday to keep the cobwebs away. more…

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