Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

The Heyday of Travel

    angry-gray steam billowing
       from its coal-stoked furnace
    its whistle threatening a reckoning

    speed decreasing with each turn of its wheels
       the mighty locomotive pulled into
    the station, her denizens eagerly waving

    to folks as familiar as the sounds of the prairie
       adventures to unpack once back home

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Paula Goldsmith August 12, 2024 at 11:04 AM I really enjoyed reading your wonderful travel write. Please, only short train rides for me. No over nights.... Have a blessed day............ Gershon Wolf August 12, 2024 at 6:00 PM OK, Paula. I'll tell the conductor -- local trips only! ~ gw

Joseph P. DiMino August 12, 2024 at 10:36 AM Adventurous trips can be nice -- "no place like..." as some wisely say. Blessings my friend. Gershon Wolf August 12, 2024 at 6:01 PM No place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home... Dorothy (and Toto too).