Claire V. Bogdanos

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  !