Night Train Memories

In the night I can hear the train and it brings all the memories flooding back

 

Are the grasses still bright and golden as we left them?

Or have they grown dark and sullen in our neglect?

And as the night train rushes by singing its song,

Does it know those were the fields where we used to play?

 

Rattling over bridges and passed ears of corn

Cutting through a blanket of quietness

In that unique summer that was

That had a light never to be repeated

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

What wonderful memories gracefully penned. I can hear Arlo Guthrie's, The City of New Orleans, playing in my head now.

[Leigh]

😊 thank you

[Brett Moore]

I want to know what happened! Memories, especially fond ones, can develop a flavor over time. We go back to our favorite memories over and over because we like the taste. I love the idea of this train coursing through your memory like time carrying on. It rushes past the place that meant so much to you. A place or a feeling that is frozen in time. I also like the idea of life as a disrupter. Your world was beautiful and quiet - preserved, maybe? - and the noisy train of life came coursing through. Very interesting piece. Especially so for two stanzas.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Night Train Memories'
Leigh,
Beautiful are your memories. I enjoyed this piece so much.
First line:
"Are the grasses still bright and golden as we left them?"
That is a great beginning. To wonder about a memory so special
and to hope that it may still be the same.
Fifth line:
"Rattling over bridges and passed ears of corn."
I found the image of a life train passing but its reality still lingers.
This was a sweet and important poem because we all have
memories and they are what we build on. Thanks for writing.
Blessings,
Kathy

[New Dawn]

I enjoyed this piece of nostalgia - good imagery and sound effects!

[Jetta Zippora]

Beautiful poem, beautiful title. It makes me think and reflect. I had a very happy childhood and I miss the simpler things. The sound of the train I hear as I fall asleep is a mournful sound and always gives me chills. It's more of an "ending" sound. But this poem is richly lovely in its simplicity and the words you chose. Well penned, friend. :)

[gombeggar]

ahh, fields and memories

[Fréyjä Helv..]

What's great about this is not just the imagery, but how it could relate to so many... Beautiful right. When i think of my childhood days, I really wish I could go back. But that now to me, will only be a piece of the past...

[Alicia Schroeder]

This was a beautiful write.. Thanks for sharing.. :)