a train whistle sounds
though there’s not a set of tracks
for forty miles, some trucker,
maybe, wants us to think
he’s an engineer,
a little boy’s leftover dream,
making boring days seem more
in the eyes of other men,
who like him, wish
they had grasped the reins
while the horse was within reach.
I like it and I think you nailed it.
There will always be a market for those things.
I lived here 10 years before I heard the train one overcast day . Its about 15 miles away and my kinfolk told me you could hear it sometimes.
Pretty cool , thanks for putting train whistles in my head today.
Thank YOU, Opotoe,
for knowing and understanding the place this piece came from!
Nochipa
This is a great poem. Thank you for sharing it!
Thank you so much! And thanks for visiting my site. I’ll come pay you a visit, too!
A branch line goes right behind our house, so we hear trains fairly often.
A lot of railfans probably fit the description in this cool poem. They’d all sell their grandmothers if they could just sit in the cab on a modern locomotive.
Malcolm
Malcolm,
First, love your name and second, thank you so much. I really enjoyed reading your comment.
Nochipa