Midnight Train Poem by W.I. Stoneberger
Midnight Train
Where is that train going?
Only audible in the quietest hours,
rumbling along the edges of sleep.
Who rides those moonlit rails?
In dreams,
I call out to that engineer,
begging to be taken away
- all the way to the end of the line.
I grew up with the sounds of the trains, and still have tracks near my home today. In the still of the night, when it hits the crossing just below my home...I long to hop aboard, and go along for a ride, no matter where it is going... Loved this poem!
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5/4/2024 2:57:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
who rides those moonlight rails..... in sun or wind or stormy gails fills my imaginations sails...... wonderful imagery William roll on John