Where is that train going?
Only audible in the quietest hours,
rumbling along the edges of sleep.
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I grew up with the sounds of the trains, and still have tracks near my home today. In the still of the night, when it hits the crossing just below my home...I long to hop aboard, and go along for a ride, no matter where it is going... Loved this poem!
who rides those moonlight rails..... in sun or wind or stormy gails fills my imaginations sails...... wonderful imagery William roll on John