A Trains Sound Poem by cheryl davis miller

Last night from bed I heard the sound,
a passing train.
Another soothing sound I've found,
is falling rain.
If when I pursue fleeing sleep,
I could record these sounds to keep,
I'd fall to sleep, and hear again,
a passing train.

Or rain upon the rooftop pound,
a sweet refrain.
But 'Hubbys' voice would then abound,
he would complain.
See opposites they do attract.
For he and I could prove this fact.
So on my I.Pod, I'll retain,
a passing train.