Passing Me By

Congested freeways are bothersome,
With cars and trucks bumper to bumper;
Horns honking permeate the air.
Making it hard to concentrate.

A tram passing by,
A crowded bus belching fumes;
How does one live like this?
The feeling of being consumed.

Give me open skies,
With a view that goes on and on;
When traveling becomes necessary,
I'd rather ride a train.

Line Count: 12
Word Count: 61

Written for Writer's Cramp for Feb 2, 2023


Use in your poem or story the following - and bold for tomorrow's judge.

Freeways
cars
trucks
a tram passing by
I'd rather ride a train.