DNatureofDtrain Poetry and Stories

By Casey Heinzism and Dana Ludeking

Casey Heinzism's DNatureofDTrain ebook includes my poems his includes: The Last Night as Mr. Jones, Meaning of Life, Runaway Train, Tracks Washed out, The Delivered Flower, Taste, Hmm…storm, Thanksgiving, Midnight, Sand Crabs, Brad, Happiness Behind, Who Cares, Depressed, The Doo Doo Bird. Fifth Grade poetry: Somebody, Kissy Mama, Moonlight, Lion, Sheep dog, Silly dog poem, Earth, Tree, and more

• Language: English
• Publisher: Casey Jones Heinzism
• Release date: Sep 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393881117

Casey Heinzism

Experience Casey Jones Heinzism serves as the administrator and founder of multiple communities. The Heinzist Tribe, Peace Keeping Rails, and DNatureofDTrain communities, as well as the DNatureofDTrain and Heinzism stores. Casey Heinzism also has a lifetime of experience with creative writing, storytelling, and managing, Heinzism since 1996, DNatureofDTrain since 1993, and Peace Keeping Rails 1992. Casey Heinzism is known for often offering wit, wisdom, and humor..after experiencing first hand how bizarre, and creative stories of unusual experiences can benefit and enrich the lives or others. Casey Heinzism also enjoy doing small street performances, web performance, and impromptu flash mob performances of singing and dancing, or other creative, and fun demonstrations.Casey Heinzism often is in the top ten on the local and regional reverbnation.com charts as DNatureofDTrain. Education Casey Heinzism has been recognized and taught by many Elders of many traditions to teach and share. Current Teachers being Pat Butti.. in Shamanic practices. Casey has studied under numerous teachers and sources, and through personal life long experiences. Casey does not seek followers, just seeks listeners to share to. Casey also graduated from Milton high School in Milton Wisconsin, and was a member of Mixed chorus, and Honors choir.

Book preview

The Last night as Mr. Jones.

It was late just got off a long hard run,

Volunteered back to work to get the job done.

Had a good reputation, and had high seniority,

I could not disappoint the railroad’s majority.

Mr. Tate had taken ill with cramps,

The track was still flooded and the air was damp.

I was tired but needed to get the job done,

On time to Canton I thought this train could run.

We had left a half hour behind time,

The destiny was set for me to see the divine.

I knew that my life was gonna be cut short,

so a race onto Canton so I could resort.

I want to see my wife and children again,

I knew that my life was soon gonna end.

But I had no idea it was to be that night.

As I pulled open the throttle to get the job done right.

The track ahead was to be open and clear,

Highballing down the High Iron felt good and so dear.

Until we rounded that curve outside of Vaughan,

The torpedo went off and we had so longed.

Sim Said Casey we better slow down,

I said it’s for the north switch we are southbound.

We looked for the flagman and I couldn’t see,

until it was to late the caboose was in front of me.

Newberry stood there flagging on down from his post,

He was to close to the caboose I had noticed.

I threw the Johnson bar into reverse,

threw open the sanders, and hoped not the worst.

I had yelled at Sim to jump,

I stayed at my post knowing my life was done.

As I rode into the splinters and into the debris,

I thanked God for the good life he has given me,

My last thoughts were of my children and wife,

and the good things I have done throughout my life.

I had gone on