Train Poems for Children

Poets have been drawn to trains and railways since the 1820s, whether because they regarded them as a threat to the English landscape, or because they wanted to convey the romance of rail travel, or because they perceived the train journey's capacity to carry meaning beyond the literal. The following are the best train poems from nearly two centuries of English literature.

Let us sing the poems given in this article with the children.

Interesting Train Poems for Children

Let us look at some of the interesting train poems for children here.

1. From a Railway Carriage

A train with smoke

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle

All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;

And here is the green for stringing the daisies!

Here is a cart runaway in the road

Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill, and there is a river:

Each a glimpse and gone forever!

2. The Railway Station

The railway train is starting off,

The engine gives a hasty puff,

The bell is rung, the whistle blows,

The agent says “Right!” and off it goes.

Chorus —Ring, a-ding! a-ding! a-ding!

Puff! puff! Puff!

Over the bridge, it shoots away,

Through the tunnel, dark all day,

Through the cutting or the plain,

Till it comes to the depot again!

Chorus —Ring, a-ding! a-ding! a-ding!

Puff! puff! Puff!

The agent calls out Boston train,

Take your seats we’re off again;

Now, be quick with the baggage there,

The signal shows the line is clear,

Time and train for no men wait,

Off, off, ’tis getting late.

Chorus —Ring, a-ding! a-ding! a-ding!

Puff! puff! Puff!

3. The Train among the Hills

Vast, unrevealed, in silence and the night

Brooding, the ancient hills commune with sleep.

Inviolate the solemn valleys keep

Their contemplation. Soon from height to height

Steals a red finger of mysterious light,

And lion-footed through the forests creep

Strange mutterings; till suddenly, with sweep

And shattering thunder of resistless flight

And crash of routed echoes, roars to view,

Down the long mountain gorge the Night Express

Freighted with fears and tears and happiness.

The dread form passes; silence falls anew.

And lo! I have beheld the thronged, blind world

To goals unseen from God's hand onward hurled.

The train among the hills

4. The Railway Station

I like to see it lap the miles,

And lick the valleys up,

And stop to feed itself at tanks;

And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,

And, supercilious, peer

In shanties by the sides of roads;

And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,

Complaining all the while

In horrid, hooting stanza;

Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;

Then, punctual as a star,

Stop — docile and omnipotent —

At its own stable door.