The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
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Brings to mind the longings of a young girl just dying to get out and explore the world. A nicely written poem.
One of my faves for over 50 years and running.... Brings back a lot of associations with the period, wonderful old beaux arts train stations, childhood adventures in sleeper cars, etc....
When I heard this poem on the radio, I knew I had to learn it. Reminds me of younger Days