That Lonesome Whistle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The feelings of somewhere hearing a lonesome train whistle

Submitted: December 13, 2019

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Submitted: December 13, 2019




By John Ross Hart


Country night, 2:45 AM

All is quiet on the land

I lay asleep, undisturbed

While the world keeps turning, unperturbed


In my dreams, I hear a faint sound

Far in the distance, coming down

The sound is lonesome, yet reassuring

It's going somewhere with big wheels churning


Then I realize, it's not a dream

I lie awake and take it in

I hear that whistle, it's far away

Yet reassures me that all is okay


People on the move, headed east

Climbing the mountain that stands like a beast

Chugging hard to make the climb

Yet despite it all, it's running on time


I imagine the puff of smoke from its stack

The fireman shoveling coal from out in the back

In the Pullman's, folks are asleep

Except curious ones like me who want a peek


I hear that train five miles away

Blowing its whistle, get out of the way

Clicking along on segmented track

It'll be a few days before it comes back


It sounds so lonesome, yet so reassuring

America on the move, where are they going?

Lying there thinking of far away places

Imagining a land of wide open spaces


Oh, how I wish I could ride, as that whistle fades away

Yet I'm reassured by that train from the Bay

I fall asleep with much content

Knowing all is well from this moment well spent







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