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When I was a girl we lived near railroad tracks,
at night I loved the sound of the train whistle blowing;
   it was such a haunting, lonely sound,
        and I wondered where it was going.

Oh. how I longed to hop on that train and go places.,
I would sit by the window and imagine I was on the train;
   the huge diesel locomotive pulling us,
       I would have dreams of Paris.

It was whimsical and fanciful there with the Eiffel Tower, 
and Notre Dame and the Louvre, then a quick stop in Vienna; 
   home of Mozart and Beethoven, and many others,
      all these places I visited on a whistling train.

And then, we would sway along to Rome with a clung,
I wanted to say hello to the Pope-  we went to England;
   and I introduced myself to the Queen,
      soon, we would be chatting over tea.

In my reverie I was not alone, never ever alone,
for I had brought along my sweet little Odele;
   she was a kitten tucked in my pocket,
      now, off we go on my train . . . 

         to some dreamy places . . . .

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October 28, 2019 (Re-write from 2015)


Poetry/Narrative/Dreamy Places
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1191-939-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to FTI Blog Series 11 - places
Brian Strand

Podium Place 1

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