Travel by Rail
It's the end of Poetry Month so how better than to go out with a poem honoring travel? And not just any travel, our favorite kind: traveling by train.
Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn’t a train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming. My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I’ll not be knowing; Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, No matter where it’s going.