When That Whistle BlowsA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
I hear the whistle of the train Drifting over these plains. It is a bittersweet sound for me, But has always been my friend. So many times it has brought the comfort Of a complete stranger to these lonely parts To show me life outside these same dusty trails As I learn that paved roads can be dirtier. Then one day that southbound train Takes away what it gave to me so generously Leaving me to wonder why they couldn’t stay. Is this a lesson or punishment for past deeds? The answer always seem to blow away Faster then that speeding train. So as I listen to that whistle blow Yet one more time That old question races to my mind? Is it the beginning or an end To this run down ghost town? © 2009 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Featured Review
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Added on September 16, 2009Last Updated on September 16, 2009 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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