Off To Sleep Poem by Skylark Woodrow

Some people are lulled to sleep with music in their ears,
And some with songs or lullabies sung by mothers they hold dear.
Others drift off to sleep with the waves crashing upon the shore,
The rustle of leaves,
Or the wind whispering over the moor.
But not I;
I am lulled to sleep by the clatter of trains racing across the tracks,
And their whistle as it screams in the darkness, disrupting the silence of the night.

(2014.6.30)