In the distance I heard a train,
It’s woeful whistle blew.
It travels far upon its track,
And then the silence grew.
Where ever was it headed,
Along its static track?
To see sights and sounds of wonder,
And then it would be back.
Filled with mystic marvels,
And stories yet to tell.
I will sit and ponder,
And wonder where to dwell.
A mournful whistle beckons,
Calling me to ride.
Perhaps in time I’ll take a seat,
And there I will abide.
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
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It’s one of my favorite sounds. Very nicely described, Pam.
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Thanks Dan. I rarely hear it but I have great memories of it.
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We hear one every morning around 6:00. It’s the train I would take to NYC and Washington, DC. We still say, “there’s your/my train.”
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Well written Pam, those train rides of yesteryear always bring back a smile 😀
But don’t get on our trains dear lady, one got derailed here today. A gentleman decided to steal one of those racing go-carts so drove down the railway track to the back premises of the race track. Just didn’t check what time the train schedule was and so his car was obliterated by the impact that also derailed the train. No one died thankfully but that has to be the oddest derailment I’ve ever heard 😱 😀
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I love the mystery and romance of the old steams trains.
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I was privileged as a child to live next to the railway lines and would con the train drivers to give me a ride as they shunted to load up or get more coal or water. I’m afraid these new fangled high speed electric or diesels just don’t have that charm at all dear lady 😀
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A poem for Dan! I’m not a fan of whistles, yet I love to hear a train whistle. You described it perfectly. It’s sad, that’s a sound we rarely hear any more.
Ginger
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And it is a sound that makes me wonder what is out there . . . What is down the track? I love the mystery!
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I love this. As a child growing up on the Canadian prairies, we lived right by a railway track. I often wished I could be on the train travelling to exciting places. The poem brought back good memories.
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I am so pleased! The thought of a train track moving in both directions excites me.
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I love the sound of a train whistle in the distance.
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It is a haunting, hopeful sound.
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Yes, it is both!
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This is wonderful, Pam. Your imagery is always exceptional!
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Thank you. That means a lot to me.
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In your time –
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Yes
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There is something about a train whistling in the distance that still makes me feel like a kid.
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Me too… She said wistfully…
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I used to live right next to a train track. They stopped blowing the whistle when they put up the fence (as a way to get them to stop). Sad day for me. Mind you, not so cool to listen to when it’s 3 am. Mind you, they were not allowed to blow as they rode through in the middle of the night so it rarely happened.
Lovely nostalgia in this one, Pam.
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Thanks Dale. I no longer hear the trains and I miss that.
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I hardly do, now and am with you. A train whistle is something special.
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It’s wonderful how the sounds of trains, especially the old steam ones, are like a clarion call to wander.
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It really is…
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Lovely, Pam. I was recently startled when someone disparaged train whistles. I’ve always enjoyed them, for all the reasons you so eloquently articulate. BTW, love the illustration. Did you do that too, you mega-talent?
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Ha ha! Thanks and yes I did do the illustration.
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