Standing in the yard
I heard a train whistle way
off in the distance…
tracks disappearing
as the train rolls on and on
farther down the line.
Thoughts of you and the
miles just keep stretching further
and further apart…
Not even one stop
at any point on those tracks
as the engine whines
and my lonely heart
moans the never ending trudge
while time passes by
as day after day
rolls by with no end in sight
until forgotten…
but not forgotten
faint whistle again reveals
my path back to you.
© 2020 Gregory Vessar. All Rights Reserved.
A Thousand Miles from Kansas 
10 responses to “Distant Train Whistle”
Awesome!!!! I love the picture of the train tracks.
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Thanks!
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Very provocative. Thanks Greg 👍
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Thank you Andi. As a child, I can remember always hearing distant train whistles while playing in my grandmother’s yard.
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Your poetry always remembers! Your words always find focus. Thank you!
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Thank you for the compliment Andi…That means a lot to me!
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I wish I could consider my life like a poet! That blessing you you have! Thank you for sharing Greg.
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Journeys always have a past and always brings some kind of hope. Hope of starting off in a new place with the aspirations of finding success, hopes of meeting loved ones, hopes of finding the answer to something very dear in life, hopes of seeing and experiencing new things and so much more. A whistle from the train acts not just like a awakening streak but something that also wakes up those hopes. I loved your poem Greg and you have got a wonderful talent.
Best wishes from The Strong Traveller and have a great day.
Do have a look at my blog whenever you find the time. There are some travel and lifestyle content which you may find interesting. Your thoughts will surely be very valuable. Stay connected. 😊
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Love this moody shot, Harls!
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Thanks Marlboro!
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