Spring Travel Poems p. 4

Spring Travel Poems

a year of endings

of loose ends

and

unsatisfying

goodbyes

but it's time

to go now

you can't always

take everything

with you when

you leave

baggage is

for car trunks

and where we're

going we won't

need them

some things

Just don't end well

and that's okay

cos the year's

ending

and it's time

to leave now

let's go

The railroad track is miles away,

And the day is loud with voices speaking,

Yet there isn't a train that goes by all day

But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train çomes 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 the 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.