Portraits Formed In Memories Of Wonder Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traveling down the tracks, going across country, whistle
blowing long, lonely and loud, telling people to get out
of the way.

Racing faster and faster as rhythms keep pace with this
train going down the tracks, being totally absorbed in
the beauty of country landscapes.

Portraits being formed in memories of the wonder as it
passes us by, looking out the window, listening to the
click clack of the train as it races down the track.

There's no going back, its whistle blowing frantically,
as passengers are holding on for dear life, luggage fall-
ing over, no one seems to care.

Just wanting to get that train to our final destination,
nothing to stop or stand in the way, loving rhythms as
they challenge this mind.

Taking every note and beat into the interior melody of
a perfect rhyme set into musical rhythms all at once,
traipsing through minds, enjoying feelings of energy as
they push and pull a peaceful memory of it all.