Edna St. Vincent Millay
February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950
TRAVEL
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.
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Travel is included in Second April.
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No problem just trying to expand the platform for all to enjoy.
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Love to travel by train, always look at it as an alternative to flying, so peaceful, roomy, great view, picnic lunch or dinner and plenty of reading time.
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Sadly, I tend to get motion sickness. I always thought though that it would be so cool to take a cross country trip via train. Some great movie scene (and book scenes too) are set on trains.
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Lovely poem!
But I’m not a fan of trains as I have motion sickness… And I’m also claustrophobic… 😦
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Double whammy for you, Heena. At least I am only susceptible to motion sickness.
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