I still can hear the train
it left here hours ago
It rattled past me down the track
on it's way to Tupelo
I hear the singing rails,
the lonesome whistle song
The earthquake feel of strength and steel
and the quiet when it's gone.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
I still can hear the train
it left here hours ago
It rattled past me down the track
on it's way to Tupelo
I hear the singing rails,
the lonesome whistle song
The earthquake feel of strength and steel
and the quiet when it's gone.
I love trains, and my Grandparents lived by a Railroad track . That is what inspired this poem
