On A Southern Train Heading North…

[Quantum12]

My beautiful road I have been on, I can see the world’s view of tracks by day or night. I love the way she goes around the bend, the bend of time. The noises my southern train makes as she passes by love, love from afar, a far land.

She whistles in the distance of thoughts, thoughts of new and never seen roads. Her time is spent meeting lovers through high valleys of time, she can even move snow. Lovers in the night dance around her tracks, they make way for her next moves.

The smoke seen from different lives of time pass as she keeps on pushing her loving ways, her ways of solitude into time. At every bell in the distance she roars with more love, love to keep you imagining.

Over long hills of love she sweeps north to find love again, this time is her last time. She now sits pretty at the Heny Ford Museum in Dearborn Michigan…

[Encia22]

Simply beautiful, Quantum12! 

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[Quantum12]

Simply beautiful, Quantum12! 

:beer:

Thank you kindly Encia22 :beer:

[xpert11]

Quantum12, what a wonderful read that harkens back to a fading era.

[Quantum12]

Quantum12, what a wonderful read that harkens back to a fading era.

Thank you kindly. My grandpa used to tell me stories about beautiful trains. I used his stories of love!