Poetry

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Have you ever heard a train whistle? Sure you have. Remember when you were a kid, the whistle would blow late at night - ringing all is well.

At least to my child's mind it meant a warm feeling, a good feeling all is well.

Train whistles, wide porches, rocking chairs, biscuits, gravy, peach cobbler, a swing in the tree and making playhouses

Good feelings, warm feelings

The bum at the door my grandmother fed
Amazing Grace, the song she sang
The old house with the creaky hardwood floor
the laughter and fear at my aunts stories she told

Good feelings, childhood feelings brought on by the train whistle

A smell, a taste, a look, a train whistle

I'm glad we stil have train whistles
God knows the little things we need to balance out our lives
And to give a portion to others

Settle back, take a breath, relax, and listen to the whistle
Remembering times years ago
A warmth in a very cold world

Listen - there it is again

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