The dreamer

Clickety clack, train on the track
Sending the dreamer to sleep,
Been looking out the window
Passing farms, counting the sheep.
Train keeping time, picking up speed
Lots of scenery yet to pass,
Unaware, the dreamer still sleeps
His head sometimes bumps on the glass.
Chugging up a mountain spiral
Light snow falling like Wendy's fairy-dust
There! a fall, cascading rainbows
To see this scene is such a must.
Back down to the plains we rumble
A farmer and dog contolling sheep
I glance over at the dreamer
But he still is fast asleep.
Destination is getting closer
As more stations are soon to appear
The dreamer is awoken
By others as they get down their gear.
Next stop is mine and. Oh, his too
At last he has stopped his snoreing
His friends waiting, ask him 'had a good trip'
No he say's 'twas boreing.