scribbler
Feb 17, 2011

WHISTLE'S ECHO

Iron horses used to run through here
upon twin paths of polished steel
now all that runs past is deer
this land has a deserted feel

Perhaps because the rails are gone
as well as creosote oak ties
just stone rail bed to walk upon
while listening to coyote cries

This track that joined small rural towns
abandoned for no apparent reason
now dips in a new lake and drowns
mostly tread by hunters during season

I wonder do the hurtling ghosts
of old diesel engines still rush by
while carrying their spectral hosts
beneath a full moon midnight sky

Does it give the fish a fright
when it goes down below
casting eerie underwater light
with its headlight's glow?

Now as I leave this lonely place
of woods and briers and crimson thistle
a wan smile comes to my old face
did I just hear a distant railroad whistle?

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

S

Good to see you and thanks for the catch, I'll correct it now...............stan

mand

mand

14 years 2 months ago

I love the feel of this ( contemplative ).

I love those old trains and you have bought one to life on it's journey, even going underwater and frightening the fish, "casting eerie underwater light with its headlight's glow" - what a brilliant imagination!

They where wonderful those old steamtrains.

I enjoyed the journey of this ghostly locomotive.

Love Mand xxxx

S

There are quite a few abandoned lines around here, thus the muse. Glad you dropped by and enjoyed this..............stan

S

We still have juke boxes here but now they play CDs instead of vinyl and cost much more than ten cents per tune............stan

R

raj

14 years 2 months ago

you so easily take us on a journey through your writes like this one..which create the images..mood and even sounds...

i loved the closing lines too...

a wan smile comes to my old face
did I just hear a distant railroad whistle?

V

provocative title and poem. These abandoned beds dot the land especially across the mid-west. At times they might become bike trails or trails for snowmobiles and that must drive the ghostly trains mad. One little question. Why the question mark at the end and not in the previous verse?

S

The sad ones are the ones which are no longer used for anything. And question mark not used due to careless proofread.Will correct now and thanks...................scribbler