Words of Art – Day 39 – The Train West

The Train West

I’m standing on the East Coast
Waiting to board a West Coast train.
Who knows how long the trip will be.
No matter.
I look forward to the long luxurious ride.
I look forward to the clack, clack of the wheels
On the track,
Hypnotic music to my ears.
I look forward to the periodic
Blow of the horn as we pass
Through town after town.
Each whistle a tonic for my soul.
I look forward to the colors of
The passing landscapes,
A feast for my eyes.
Who knows how long this trip will be.
No matter.
I’ll just sit back and enjoy
The ride toward the setting sun
And it’s golden reflection
On the bright blue sea.

Roy W. Backes
© 2020