I hear the whistle of the train
It keeps on calling out my name
And sings to me its lonesome tune
From morning’s rise till afternoon.
It brings to me the memory
Of days gone by that used to be
Filled with excitement that suggests
Times were when we shared happiness.
The chance has come and now has gone
For hooks to hang our dreams upon
We’ll transport them where e’er we go
And pray there’ll be a repeat show !
The earth is full of rocks and stones
Of valleys, caves, forgotten bones
The lakes, the oceans that astound
Hillsides and mountains all around.
The wind, the surf, the morning breeze
That ripples cross rivers and seas
This paradise of God’s invent
Are visions of His heaven sent !
I hear the groans from the street below
As awnings crank, tires screech and go
The blare of morning is all around
And crams the air with its frantic sound.
Oh how I miss the silence and peace
That once I knew on a distant beach
But like the mouse in the country bred
I thought I’d try the city instead.
Oh silly goose, what did you not find
You left the calm of your life behind !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 