Trains

By fromagreenhill

Fri, 09 Nov 2018

3 comments

The trains don’t stop here anymore

but I can see them passing through,

and sometimes in the winter

I step onto the tracks, into the slipstream

of one that has hurried past

to feel the warmth it leaves behind,

the scent of the people, the coffee and the oil,

listen to the sound of the wheels fading

down the valley and into the distance,

then I just stand there and let the stillness

envelop me again.

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Fri, 2018-11-09 19:47

yes, beautiful.

Permalink Submitted by mickleinapickle on Fri, 2018-11-09 22:10

Ah yes... I heard that steam whistle.

Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on Sat, 2018-11-10 07:20

A wonderful little gem - thank you!