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The Swing Mountain Railroad
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The Swing Mountain Railroad |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Leave the questions of the muse where they lay Listen to the solemn soundtrack of the clarion call the trumpet of the locomotive in its stately draw rolling rolling, oh so gently down the winding slopes, past the evergreen trees from mountaintops where lie lairs of hermits and cave bears on its one way journey to the sea picking up passengers family, friends, lovers, and foes forgetting fret of ticket destination questions whether when where how why they come, stay, or go When the sun shines bright to enlighten the moon's mysterious slide in the morn's eastern rise towards Atlantic's sight by gentle swerving mountain track side Down we go, destination unknown feel the rhythm over bridges, where the broad river flows click clack, click clack the bounce of the rhythm in the trestle's narrow track bellow blow, whistle slow steam gleams shining off the smokey stack's glow carrying passengers, engineer in control Carrying passengers, where ever they go view the scene and enjoy the glide of the Swing Mountain Railroad railway ride [This message has been edited by martiniat8 (11-10-2009 06:43 PM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I tell you I heard the whistle of the locomotive, while reading this most enjoyable poem. Trains, especially those cruising in the mountains, have maintained their special charm and you have rendered it beautifully. To watch out of the window, letting the thoughts flow and savoring the view, is one of the pleasures of life no doubt. Love, Margherita |
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