Railway Walk

A touch of nostalgia as the weather warms and walks are a pleasure again.

Railway Walk

Along the dusty track I walk

Where once the trains did go

And passengers excited talk

A time lost in time’s flow

And yet I hear that siren call

The whistle of the passing train

If only I could cross time’s wall

And be where steam did reign

But train is gone, now dusty track

I’m brought back to the present

Wheels on rails, clack, clack, clack

A snatch of past, mere segment

Somewhere a train is waiting there

And time itself might shed a tear