The Train. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The train.
I hear a sound in the far distance.
I can't quite distinguish between the sound.
As I listen it becomes more clear.
A sound of a horn I do hear it now.
A train is coming down the tracks.
Don't know where it's going.
I hear it drawing closer. Could it be?
Yes, as it sounds once more it goes pass my house.
My house shakes a little then things begin to be come quiet once more.
The train to nowhere just went by.