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.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine streaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
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Another great ESVM poem. Here in Staunton, VA this little town in the shadow of the Blue Ridge feels like it should have a big river running alongside it–what it has is a train track. Both freight and passenger trains run through it. One of my favorite things about the town is hearing the midnight train sound its horn as it rolls through. When I travel up to NYC or New England, if I’m going alone I always take the train.
I love the train, too, and used it to go across both the US and Canada at different times. You get a better sense of the country that way, rather than by plane.
I love Edna!
Me, too.