Faraway Friends
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
Posted in parallel to The Road on MamaMickTerry
Ps and Qs: Photography, Poetry and Quiet 
Beautiful!
Thank you my friend. This has been a fun, low stress site to maintain. I appreciate you stopping by.
Beautiful, indeed. ღ
Thank you dear friend! I captured those young ladies unaware one Sunday afternoon. I’m sure that their mamas didn’t know they were traipsing along the railroad tracks…or that a stranger was snapping pictures of them!
Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 18:47:02 +0000
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