A journey through time

a poem about a train ride.

 

A journey through time

 

I look out of my glass frame at the speeding scenery that fly’s pass my retina’s. The train! O the train it has highlighted people life’s through the years and played important parts in great novels.

 

The smell of wet grass, burnt coffee and perfume hovers in the carriage like musket discharge. Sunlight reflects of the small raindrops that lay on the window next to my head.

 

Images fly into my mind, golden hay, like ball of sunshine, brown mud underneath the hoofs of horse, men, women, children, dogs, cats and birds living theirs own personnel existence. Trees stand erect like solders, tall purple plants wave in the gentle breeze like they are saying hello to the train.

 

I listen to the sound of wind, the sound of my heartbeat, the sound of the train.

I look at my watch, I look at my reflection, I look at the mighty train and

I then finally look at

 Marcel Proust.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dragongirl]

I feel like I was right there next to you.
You're imagination is very good, and the description is just bravo. 10/10.

[WatashLegend]

Well done you lured me with your striking imagery and left me wanting for more, bravo!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a beautiful reflection of where you've been, I feel like I am there. Great write!

[LinBin]

ANOTHER BRILLIANT PIECE, YOU ARE EXTREMELY TALENTED, WELL DONE

[Ladysue]

you captured excitement in this piece and I agree clever ending...good story telling...

[Muse]

This makes me want to take a train ride! And the ending.....clever...very clever!

Wow... excellent poem! Keep it up... want to read more :D