DONNA HEATHER KLIPPEL

The day of red, white and pink is coming

on a train smoking love, love, love from

its smokestacks.  

The train is carrying hearts

for waiting people at the Sunnydale train

station.  Some are soldiers of Blue Town.

Others are soldiers of Lonely Town.  And some

are soldiers of success, making a life from scratch.  

I’m on the train on the Lonely car.  Will a man be

waiting for me in Sunnydale or at the next station?

Is he on another car?  Will he be waiting with open

arms, waiting to take me where eagles soar?  Only time

will tell as I sit in my seat and pray for a better future.