Best Tracks Poems

We used to ride our bikes,
the ones without brakes,
along rusty tracks,
trying to keep up with trains

but like life,
they moved too fast,
we always got left behind.

Even in pouring rain
we would ride all day,
never feel the cold,
never tire of the freedom.
Following those endless tracks,
like run away trains...

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Racing Proud Mammoth
                         once steamed across wild prairie
             ...

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I just stopped in my tracks
 
hearing those beautiful verses
 
soft, sweet, and a little bit sultry
 
What she called broken English
 
drew me near and
 
ripped my heart to pieces.
 
I came closer and saw 
 
staring...
 
 those rich chestnut eyes
 
roasting on...

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In my town and only 90 feet
from my house run a pair of old tracks, 
railroad tracks older than my house, 
even older than me, and I am 
become old, very, very old, 
like a tree whose branches betray it 
with every strong gust of...

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Snow has spread a canvas
over the forest floor,
and I see how alive
the woods are:
tracks tell the comings and goings
of furry and feathered things.

The foxes have walked on the ridge,
their trail straight with purpose –
unlike the squirrels’ Brownian motion.

The pheasants have printed arrows;
perhaps
I shall follow
their directions...

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TRACKS THROUGH TIME

The Sand and pebbles of this stoney 
way
Once made a shore on warm Jurassic sea
High dunes in desert, by great ocean bay
Now heathland slopes and barrows that we see

These tracks between the heather fronds 
touch light
Cross pine tree hurst with gorse in blossom...

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There’s a house out across the creek, 
just an old rundown two-room shack.
Each time I drive out past it now, 
those memories come flooding back.

It’s the house that held my childhood, 
where all fifteen of us were raised.
A loving piece of treasured youth, 
only a...

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I leave earthly traces of myself with each step I take.
The tracks I put down, 
are guides that others can follow, or ignore.
But within each track, I leave traces of myself,
my witness to others.
Lord, help me live my life in the shadow of the cross,
living...

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My ticket punched, the fares been paid,
a train sits waiting, rails now laid

My ticket punched, the past on hold,
a future scorned, the present bold

My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
its light shines distant, truth aglow

My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
a heart to quench—new tracks in search

(Villanova...

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The road trip 
music up
tracks of life...

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Treks of Tracks of the past, current and future, we make

Treks of Tracks of a noted past: 
Made mostly in our childhood days
This upon playing childhood games
and in innocent playground escapades

Treks of Tracks left on dusty baseball diamond fields 
and behind schoolyard scenes
This like those...

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deer tracks
leading to chomped impatiens
gunshots in the woods...

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A little girl played along the railroad tracks. Walking on the rails, playing in the little station house. Waiting for her friend the engineer to blow the whistle as he came around the bend. On special days he would stop and lift her and her...

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Above the fire 

Next to 

The gnarled 

Moose head 

Single snowshoe 

Desert varnish 

Dry window 

Cold 

Air 

Windless 

White 

Night 

Snowshoe tracks 

Deep within my heart...

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like a waltz with her guilt for a soldier and son

like a foetus that hears and fears fallout’s begun


like the praise for a man who once lit up her floor

like the things we can't find but are still searching for


like a warm song of summer...

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