Tranquil Tracks Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

The morning greets with a gentle hum,
As the train arrives, its rhythm a drum.
No chaos of cars, no honking refrain,
Just quiet solace aboard this train.

Through misty fields and sleepy towns,
The world awakens, yet I slow down.
A book in hand, or thoughts to trace,
This time is mine, a sacred space.

The city's bustle fades behind,
I step aboard and ease my mind.
No racing lights, no endless queues,
Just steady tracks and calming views.

And when the day has had its say,
I board again, to drift away.
The evening sky a painted dome,
My journey back, a ride to home.

This train, my haven, my moving retreat,
Where life's rush and clamor admit defeat.
A cherished pause, both night and day,
On tranquil tracks, I find my way.