By Janet Fagal
Central New York Branch
We always heard the story,
how he rode the train
for four out of five
days of leave.
From San Antonio
to New York
and back.
He wanted to see her.
For even one day.
The train. Changed so much
of history. Rails bringing
the circus or the camper,
the worker or the mail.
Connected by the hum
of the wheels.
Tasting time
in quick breaths
between stations.
The train
as certain as the heart.
How much do so many owe
to a train,
trailing puffs of steam,
screeching toward home?
LOVE THIS POEM’
REMINDS ME OF MY GRANDPA
WHO WAS HEAD ENGINEER OF
L.I. RAILROAD. I HAVE A PIC OF HIM
UP BEHIND THE WHEEL WITH IS HAT ON
AND ALL.
THANKS FOR SHARING POEM.
Thank you, Barb. The train that brought him out to Queens was the LIRR. Glad it could bring back some memories for you.
wonderfully written!! 🙂
Thank you so much, Dianne.
Janet
I can feel the vibrations and sounds while riding on the AMTRAK from Long Island to Atlantic City! Thank you for bringing back wonderful memories of those wonderful trains!
Oh thank you, Donna!! Those are the exact kind of sounds I was going for.