The Caboose Poem

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At the end of the train, with a cheerful hue,
There's a special car, called the caboose, it's true.
A rolling office, a cozy space,
A symbol of railroads, a familiar place.
With windows all around, a panoramic view,
The caboose offers a vantage point, through and through.
A lookout perch, for the train's rear guard,
A watchful eye, always on guard.
Inside, a haven, for the crew to stay,
With beds and tables, for work and play.
A refuge from the elements, a shelter on wheels,
A home away from home, with comfort feels.
With a stove to keep warm, and a lantern's light,
The caboose provides warmth, throughout the night.
A place for meals, and stories shared,
A camaraderie, that can't be compared.
The caboose, a symbol, of railway lore,
A piece of history, treasured evermore.
A reminder of the past, a link to the past,
A nostalgic sight, that will forever last.
Though modern trains now run, without a caboose,
The memories remain, of this unique use.
A cherished icon, in the railroad's tale,
The caboose, a legend, that will never fail.