“Often Katy would wish that she someday could be
something quiet and simple like a lovely elm tree,
or a ramshackle barn all alone on a hill
where the noisiest thing was a squeaky windmill.”
“What she wished most to be, much more than the rest,
Was a cabin she’d seen on her trips through the west.
A little log shack half-covered with vines
Perched on a slope in a forest of pines.”
“High up in the mountains were terrible ledges
Where the track ran along only feet from the edges.
The view was breathtaking but after one look,
It was so upsetting she shivered and shook.”
“Her trips always ended near a city somewhere
Way out in a freight yard with smoke clouding the air,
Where a turmoil of trains made a great noisy rumble
On crisscrossing tracks, an impossible jumble.”
″ ‘From now on,’ Katy promised, ‘I shall never complain, I’ll be a happy caboose at the end of a train
And put up with the jolts, the train noise, and the rest,
All the smoke that rolls by- or at least try my best.’ ”
“She was free of the train! At last she was loose!
And away down the track went Katy caboose,
On down the grade she flew faster and faster
Straight for a curve and certain disaster.”
“When Katy hit the curve she took off like a kite,
High over the treetops on her first and last flight,
That would quickly have ended poor Katy caboose
If it hadn’t been for two towering spruce.
The caboose became caught in a very tight squeeze
Between the tall trunks of two evergreen trees.”
“Like a great glaring eye, then, the light searched about.
It flashed past the trees down the steep rocky bluff
And it searched high and low, but not quite high enough.”
“Katy stayed in the treetops, no one ever found her.
Except for the squirrels and the birds all around her.
At last she was free, just as free as the breeze,
And how Katy did love it up there in the trees.”