A moment of sweet reflection came to me - just wanted to share it with you.
My wonderful grandfather was a section foreman on the Louisville and Nashville Railroad line. In youth I lived for awhile in the old gray two-story section house with my grandparents. The house was no more than a hundred yards from the railroad tracks. Lying in bed each night as the train whistle blew off in the distance, my mind would consider where it could be my life was leading me.
The sound of the train whistle has always brought to me an inscrutable soft sadness.
Hope you enjoy the reflection...
The Lonesome Train Whistle
It always came during the night
as mind was most vulnerable,
as fancy replaced reality.
It came and brought tears
of truths that were days
of poignant youth.
It came whispering of all
dreams yet possible to heal
pangs of longing.
It came on evening’s air,
took me to a place
ordained for me to go
Its long mournful wail
lingered long and tender
like a mother’s feathery kiss.
The sound echoed long, its final
note lost in space
not known by me,
And my days would be softly
blessed in the verity
of those splendid sounds,
That, indeed, life was yet
to be out there on the
lonesome train’s whistle.
BRC – 12/12/2003
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