The Evening Train Poem by Jessica Beal

The Evening Train



Dear Mother,
There is no more pain.
For when tomorrow comes,
I'll be on the evening train.
San Quentin is far,
But through the rolling plains,
I'll be coming home for you,
On the evening tain.
Here I am,
Along the road that's main,
Standing here looking at you,
Beside the evening train.

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