I could hear the whistle,
drawn and drowning out the tweets,
the cars and rustling of leaves.
In winter you’re the loudest,
The snowflakes shift soundlessly,
sidewalks glisten under street lamps glow.
Still, you’re all that’s heard.
Tucking under heating blankets
and a pillow person’s arms,
I’m in my little nest.
I enjoy all that’s silent
and what’s crashing down into sound waves.
Train whistles hold more than their warnings.
They hold memories of carefree days.
They hold the tender joy of canceled school days
and sleeping in.
They hold long walks and bike rides,
stopping by Hefron’s to get a 50¢ Brisk tea.
Train whistles hold sentimental value
and the best of memories for me.
8 responses to “Train of Thought”
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Thank you, Elvira !!!! Aw much appreciated 👍😃 hugs 🤗🤗❣️ I love trains and always will. I do wish they would have tracks put in and have more trains to ride for travel options. I love trains so much 💓. Have a great weekend and week. God bless my friend ❤️
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Yes!!! Isn’t it beautiful, Belladonna ?! I love it 💕😍. I used to love hearing the train whistles when school would be canceled. I would crawl back under my covers and grab a book. I would read until I slipped back to sleep . I miss those memories 😂 school off . Best times haha 😂
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