Trains

Early morning traveler,
running down the tracks;
I can hear your whistle
echoing back to back.

Calling to the new day,
or home around the bend;
Telling us your stories
of distance without end.

The whistle sadly sounds
at daylight and nightfall;
For those who still wait
impatiently for the call.

The journey once begun,
reminds those who remain;
Time can only stand still
while you're riding on a train.

Lora Frikken ~ 8-23-04