A Reality As Yet Not Figured Out Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Train coming down the tracks faster down the mountain its
whistle blowing loud and clear, telling everyone to get
out of the way.

Filling the atmosphere with peaceful and wonderful music
that gathers momentum just like a train going through a
tunnel.

Traveling downhill at a rapid pace trying to catch up to
time, but it never does, a reality that no one can yet
figure out wanting it to never end though.

Alert, awake, whistle blowing loud, speed racing like
the purring of a cat when content, a totally possible
wonder that will continue every time.

Whenever that whistle's blowing a melody all its own,
nothing can compare, as mountain gaps whistle in return
in echoes that continue their lonesome whistle.