A beautiful sound at night

THAT LONESOME WHISTLE

 

I lie awake and listen

To that lonesome whistle sound,

And I can’t help but wonder

Where that long black train is bound.

 

Then slumber overtakes me,

And I dream that it is I

Listening to the clicking wheels,

As scenery rolls on by.

 

I’m looking out the window

Where night has turned to day.

The fields of grain are waving

In their timeless rhythmic way.

 

The windows frame such splendor

For the travelers on the train . . .

The mountains mighty grandeur,

And an arid dessert plain.

 

Scenery takes my breath away

With roaring waterfalls,                            

Trestled bridge across a gorge,

And cliff-side’s rugged walls.

 

Cityscapes and country scenes,

Formations here and there,

Lakes, rivers, and tiny streams . . .

Earth’s bounty everywhere.

 

The clicking sound continues,

And I am feeling blest.

The gentle rocking motion

Bids my eyes to close in rest.

 

Then once again, I slumber,

And awake to different sound,

Aware that I’ve been dreaming,

And there is no train around.

 

I must take that trip someday

When my hearts yearning grows,

And climb aboard a waiting train,

When that lonesome whistle blows.

 

 

7/6/02       Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

 

1’st. … Indiana NPD – 2002

 

Photo courtesy of Travel USA Travel – US Train Travel Tips – USA Tourist

Read Full Post »