Late at night
I hear the trains
In the distance.
The soft rhythmic sounds
Of the clickety clacks
On the tracks
And the nostalgic whistles
At the cross sections
Make me wonder
Where the train is going
Places unknown to me
But make me dream
About all the places
I want to go
Things I want to do
Will I have time
Perhaps
Perhaps only
In my dreams.
DrJoyFinder 
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Thank you, ML. You certainly know about the sounds of trains.
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Love the drawing! And the words take me to a warm summers night Hands folded behind ones head. Imagining.
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Thanks for your response. I remember those warm summer nights too. Such vivid memories.
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