Posted in Life, Prose

I Lay My Head Upon the Tracks

Listening for the sound of the Iron Horse

riding the rails, city to town

mountainside, steep

coal burning, whistle crying

singing a lonely song, of times gone past,


Runaway train,

smoking car, unawares

dining on the last dollar in my pocket,

I felt a jolt, and heard

sounds of brakes, screeching

the train groaned, and whimpered


I heard a sound,

as I lay my head on the steel rails,

of coal-driving fury, and determined glory

The sounds grew nearer, while I arched back to see

a ghost train pass on by, out of control

with passengers, afright,

and the look on my face, passing by

never will I, forget

as long as I live…….



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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