midnight rider

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
throughout my life i have been fascinated by trains, and have dreams of working for the railroad some day, and traveling across the u.s. by train. i was inspired to write this poem as i was going to sleep at my uncle's house in chattanooga, and i could hear the sound of a train going by down the road. the image of a train rolling through the night, and the sound of the clickty-clack as it sped over the tracks stuck in my mind. i hope you enjoy this poem!

Submitted: February 08, 2016

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I lie in my cozy bed at night;

the sound of the train horn dispels the quiet air.

The clickty clack of the train passing over the rails is my heart beat.

The head light of the locomotive cuts through the darkness.

 

We pass over raging rivers and under ragged mountains.

We speed through sleepy towns and enchanted forests; going unnoticed by most.

Deer and rabbits scurry at the sound of our train rushing by.

The moon is our guide as we pass by forgotten lakes and travel along the seaside.

Little kids look out their windows and watch as we glide by, wishing they could be riding the train.

 

We ride from sea to sea and from town to town.

We pass through New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Boston, Washington D.C., New Orleans.

Riding on the 20th Century Limited, the Empire Builder, the Super Chief, the Powhatan Arrow, the City of New Orleans.

 

I live to ride the train. 

I travel across the country on it, seeing new faces, enjoying new sites.

It doesn’t matter where the train takes me.

Just as long as I’m riding it, it can go anywhere.


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