Speaking of trains, here is Edna Millay’s heartfelt “Travel”.
“There isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
no matter where it’s going.”
I feel the same way.
By Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)
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 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.