Jennifer Martin

Night Train

                   Night Train

A lonely train, through mist and rain,

pushes through the night.

With axels worn and rails shorn,

it journeys ‘til it’s light.

I lie in wait, anticipate,

the soothing, mellow sound.

The steady beat, as metals meet,

when wheels tumble round.

So forlorn, the distant horn,

yet lovely in its pain.

The haunting cry, drifting by,

my joy will never wane.

    (Jennifer Martin)