Doctor Grandma

Trains whistle in the night,

Creating a longing

to go somewhere,

to be traveling from here

to there,

to anywhere ~~

Their whistle announces

their going by,

leaving us to wonder where,

and why,

My grandfather

had a Railroad job,

The bookkeeper,

he was keeping track

of expenses and paychecks,

things like that,

His notes on paper, with pencil were kept,

before the days of computers,

Generations later, we hear the call,

A train goes by

from here to there,

from the magic land of history,

to a future yet to come.

cfblack 05-07-2014

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