Lorna

The Train Station Wheelchair-bound Philosopher

Who are you

Man with the smile of one thousand moons

And voice of thunder subdued

The thunder that rumbles quietly after the storm

To settle things down

 

Who are you

Philosopher on wheels

Who loves the things one can see

Behind the houses, in the woods

While riding the train

 

Who are you

Who seems to know so clearly

That the important things in life

Are flashing by in those woods

And stay waiting for us

As we leave

Comments3

  • Michael Edwards

    Who indeed. I find this quite intriguing in the way of good poetry - super work sr.

    • Lorna

      Thank you Michael - wish I could draw like you so I could have put him here too!

    • orchidee

      Good write sr.

    • FredPeyer

      Great title....drew me right in! And the poem did not disappoint! I wanna know more about him!!! Very cleverly written, had to make it a favorite! Will we hear more from your philosopher?

      • Lorna

        That's a good thought! I'll try to see what else he says to me.



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