James Foulk Poet Free verse

When Trains Ruled

Train coming down
my way, hearing
its whistle gives
my heart a thrill.

Such a long load
this train is pulling,
going to places
far away and beyond.

Thinking of better days
when trains ruled travel,
bringing this grand country
together for us all to see.

wrote 1-21-09  

saw this train at Jim Baker Reservoir in Denver Co
I filmed it then wrote this poem this morning.

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Robert A. Dufresne April 8, 2011 at 4:33 AM Enjoy your poems James. They put the reader at ease and invoke peaceful memories. When I was a kid we had a train that went by the school yard every day belching and chugging thick black smoke. Thought it was pretty cool to check out back then

Judy Konos April 2, 2011 at 7:28 PM This is very nice have many N Guage Trains from days gone by...and when people ask me what I do I reply, I'm a ferroequinologist....Thanks again for the post...

Deneen White November 19, 2009 at 4:24 PM hi my friend how are you, i hope this finds you well, I used to love riding on the train, and i used to sit and watch then and just wonder where they were going, great write, take care D-nyce

Deneen White March 29, 2009 at 6:10 PM I remember taking the train when I lived in NY this brings back rustic memories, Hi James the last time I read you I know that you were going through some things, I hope that this finds you well, take care D-nyce

Kristin Reynolds January 22, 2009 at 7:42 AM I love love love the romance of the train, I cannot wait to ride the rails again one day...love, Kristin

Brian Strand January 21, 2009 at 11:48 PM Still a great way to travel James I remember the smoke and grime so well.Rgds Brian

Robin L. Gass January 21, 2009 at 8:05 PM This is lovely and a great reminder of what trains did for this country. Beautiful write. Love, Robin

Carrie Richards January 21, 2009 at 4:51 PM There is something about a train whistle, that pulls one's imagination! Nicely written, James. ~ Carrie