Whistle... Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Whistle...
The train that runs behind
my home, sings a song all
night long. The wheels that
talk and burn, talk of history
that's come and gone. Some of
lessons, no one would want to
learn, and some of a freedom,
hearts have yearned. Some with
a innocents that shouldn't of
been lost, for what was earned.
Some with a beauty too beautiful
to dream. Some of dreams, never
meant to see. Some of landscape
so endless and free. Some yet,
of what's to be...
Thank you! .. Bernard, For such a kind reply! .. Your poetry has such beauty and power, with such heart, in your words, you lighten people's sorrow's! .. Thank you for being so kind! .. Ever so many blessings! ..
Train runs behind your home and sings beautifully. Beautiful horn is blown and we have heard it from this nice poem. Endless free landscape is well judged from perception of time. An excellent poem is well penned...10
Thank you! .. Kumarmani, For your very beautiful and kind reply! .. Your poetry has such spirit, beauty, wonder, and awe! .. To admire, to light, to guide, each day! .. Your poetry brightens, so many peoples path way! .. Thank ever so much! .. Ever so many blessings! ..
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The wheels that talk and burn, talk of history that's come and gone. - - - -]Yes! lived by the sound of trains all my life and I dob't think I could sleep without its rumbling and its sharp warning cries. Beautiful and supernatural, Rebecca. 10++++++++++++++++
Thank you! .. Susan, For such a beautifully heart felt reply! .. Ever so beautiful, ever so sweet, deep to the heart of reader, your poetry speaks! .. God bless dear! ..