Thursday, July 8, 2010

Travel

A poem I discovered….Railroad Tracks in Black & White by Michael's Photos!.

           Travel

    The railroad track is miles away,
    And the day is loud with voices speaking,
    Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
    But I hear its whistle shrieking.

    All night there isn't a train goes by,
    Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
    But I see its cinders red on the sky,
    And hear its engine steaming.

    My heart is warm with the friends I make,
    And better friends I'll not be knowing;
    Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
    No matter where it's going.
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

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