Written by Andrew Cherry,
6th grade student at Carmel Middle School
A Ride on 85
The trolley's a wonderful thing you see,And to hear all about it just listen to me.
The wheels go clickety-clack-clack-clack,
While the trolley goes down the track, track, track.
Old cotton mills changed right into,
Shopping centers galore for the public like you.
An old A&P, deserted and rustic,
Holding mysterious treasures, old, with memories viatic.
The trolley is painted a nice evergreen.
When it goes down the track it's sure to be seen.
A policeman on board makes sure traffic is clear.
A bright, little bell says to traffic, "I'm here."
One motorman tells stories to those who will listen.
When the oustide is wet the trolley seems to glisten.
With a lit, heated inside and shining without,
When you ride the trolley, with joy you shall shout.
The bell rings again to announce the arrival,
Now go hitch a ride and give it a trial.