Night Train Memories

In the night I can hear the train and it brings all the memories flooding back

 

Are the grasses still bright and golden as we left them?

Or have they grown dark and sullen in our neglect?

And as the night train rushes by singing its song,

Does it know those were the fields where we used to play?

 

Rattling over bridges and passed ears of corn

Cutting through a blanket of quietness

In that unique summer that was

That had a light never to be repeated

Reviews

[Elaenor Aisling]

A lovely, plaintive piece. It reminds me of a train ride I took in East Germany. Nice work.

[Leigh]

Thanks for your review

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

In that unique summer that was............lovely verse!

[Leigh]

Thanks Neva