Journey To the Past

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Published in "Gems of the past,"
On the Edge MSPS Anthology
December, 2006

(A Blank Verse Sonnet) I lie in bed at break of day and wait to hear a sound which rings across our land, a sound unknown in days of long ago when horses hauled all freight from place to place. Why do I love to hear that lonesome wail? My heart beats faster as the sound rings out above the miles crisscrossed by rails of iron. Is it because my mind goes back in time to when our hungry hearts were young and you came home from "over there," when I packed up my goods and traveled sixteen hundred miles by train to be with you? My mind goes back in time, parades long strings of scenes when we were filled with love and free to live as one.

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Muhammad Safa Thajudeen

Date: 11/18/2014 10:12:00 AM

My heart beats faster s the sound rings.... Interesting.Thanks for sharing.Regards. -- -Safa

Cona Adams
Date: 11/18/2014 10:23:00 AM

Thank you, Muhammad, for reading and commenting. I do love trains, love to hear the whistle blow. Calls to remembrance my 48 hour trip by train to be with my new husband on his return from a training mission in Japan. Our memories allow us to remember exciting moments.