Travel
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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 steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I'd rather take,
No matter where it's going.
Awesome photos and great poem to share. My parent who live across from the train switchyard are not fans of the trains but they got used to the noise for the most part. Here the tracks are across town so we don't hear them. We get highway construction. I really need to start getting out more with the camera.
ReplyDeleteAnd look at all that blue sky too. How peaceful both of these shots are.
ReplyDeleteHave a terrific day. Big hug. :)
Nice poem Linda and the photos compliment it perfectly. :)
ReplyDeleteI started singing Folsom Prison Blues when I saw those pictures for some odd reason.
ReplyDeleteA fone poen that suits the pictures.
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