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LM Liz Munro (02/09/81 / Australia)


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.

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Another good one, Liz. A protest poem from the heart, which sounds like it would be good set to music. I wanted to say much the same thing wen I wrote my poem 'By Degrees'.
This is great i was talking to a friend about the same thing today - i like the way you chose to put this into words. I can totally relate to this.