Those long steel tracks
heading north and south
carried my imagination away
every time the trains ran,
the racuous horn
pulling me from my chores to
race to the crossing.
Passengers and frieght rumbled by
while I stood beside the tracks waving
watching as it rolled out of sight
wishing in my childish heart
to be part of their adventure!
I'd wander down the tracks
hopping from one cross-tie to the next
searching for the coins I'd laid there
like some small offering
to the thundering train gods.
I'd find them flattened...
thin as paper
Lincoln and Washington
copper and silver,
a child's treasure worth more than gold.
Sometimes I'd balance atop
the narrow rails,
an acrobat dressed in glittering sequins
like I'd seen at the circus last year,
Careful, watch your step, it's a long way
or remember the horror story
told by a cousin about a drunken man...
his legs amputated by a locomotive,
the scene blurry and frightening
in my mind's eye
Then in the distance,
I'd hear Momma's voice calling
as she leaned out the back door:
"Supper time Rose Marie, come on
Time for me to leave the railroad tracks
at least till tomorrow,
or perhaps later, in my sleep
when I could once again ride
my track of dreams.
Rose S. Williams
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Track of Dreams
I am what I am, no more, no less :) I love to write poems, stories, creative nonfiction pieces. I've lived in the Deep South all my life (Georgia & Florida) so much of my inspiration has a Southern slant to it :) I write what comes into my head, often through my heart. Writing is therapeutic and very necessary for me as a means of understanding the world and my place in it.