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)
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Author:
Jennifer Martin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From the time I was a small child, the sound of a train in the distance, late at night, has been a source of comfort and delight, even with the odd sense of sadness that has always accompanied these surviving visitors from a bygone era.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
That sound from your life will always be with you Jennifer.
Andy
Hi, Andy! Thank you for the comment! I certainly hope that those aging trains will continue to bring us joy throughout our lives!
there's nothing like that lulling train track, soundtrack
as an atmospheric backdrop, to our lives
its dreary monotones tones
'late at night, has been a source of comfort and delight,'
to so many..
(maybe I relate a bit more than most, because I spent a few years working on the trains)
thanks for sharing, loved the moody feel you cultivated in such a short write
Wow, L.B. Mek! Thank you for your warm and insightful words! How fascinating that you actually worked on trains! No one would know their incredible complexity and historical significance better than you! Thank you so much more sharing!
I enjoyed the train ride with you. Beautifully penned
Thank you so much fellow passenger and train lover!!!
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