Night Train Whistle
Late at night dreams beckoning me
to come to them, as I start to drift off
into a relaxing hypnotic state of mind.
Hearing a train whistle close by,
now am wide awake, I listen to
the gentle whistle as the train
chugs along the tracks.
Then a thought comes to
me, I wonder where this
lonely train is going.
Wishing I could hop that
old freight and go see.
Only time for me to do
that is long gone,
so will try to fall
asleep and dream
about where the old
train is going, the whistle sound
is almost gone, as I drift off into
dream land.
written 5-4-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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