I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By
I Can Hear Hope Whistling On By
Lonesome train whistle blowing loudly tonight
memories of my youth and that amazing sound.
Images of my dog barking at the racing sight
of that train flying by shaking the ground.
O' how big that giant metal beast once seemed
with great men steering it by our poor home.
Dare I hope one day it be me, as I dreamed
big engine, black iron rails on which to roam.
Tracks leading into adventure far, far away
maybe robbers holding up a gold ladened train.
Reality, daydreams or inspiring child's play
imagination and hope some may dare call insane.
Iron wheels, they once moved my imaginative soul.
Now to regain that lost blessing, my great goal!
Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
Note: that train just went by. My old mind jumped
aboard, took a seat and started writing!
Was truly great to be that poor kid again, holding
onto hope's eternal promise of a future not so damn
hard....
I can remember me looking at my dog, Buster and saying
--"Someday buster, some future day"!
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