that lonesome whistle blows

a train whistle sounds
though there’s not a set of tracks
for forty miles, some trucker,
maybe, wants us to think
he’s an engineer,

a little boy’s leftover dream,
making boring days seem more
in the eyes of other men,
who like him, wish
they had grasped the reins
while the horse was within reach.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

Poet, novelist, artist

6 thoughts on “that lonesome whistle blows”

  1. I like it and I think you nailed it.
    There will always be a market for those things.

    I lived here 10 years before I heard the train one overcast day . Its about 15 miles away and my kinfolk told me you could hear it sometimes.
    Pretty cool , thanks for putting train whistles in my head today.

  2. A branch line goes right behind our house, so we hear trains fairly often.

    A lot of railfans probably fit the description in this cool poem. They’d all sell their grandmothers if they could just sit in the cab on a modern locomotive.

    Malcolm

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