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Contributed by jamesstockdale on Thursday, 25th April 2019 @ 01:27:30 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

I sit and watch the trains go by
They put me to sleep
Like one of my mother`s old lullabies
They come, and they go to where nobody knows
Time slowly goes, and the tracks seem to grow and grow
Watching the trains come and go
Helps me deal with my woes wouldn`t you know
I know it to be true
I know this to be so
When the trains run I`m no longer blue

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Re: Trains (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 25th April 2019 @ 11:03:17 PM AEST
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You captured the romance of the rails with this poem! That wonderful rocking and clacking clack is a sure fire cure for insomnia.
It is a cradle for grown ups.. I love sleeping on trains!.
THEY COME AND THEY GO, TO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS. The magic and mystery is part of the intrigue. Worthy of a second read, James!


Re: Trains (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 28th April 2019 @ 01:14:37 AM AEST
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this is rich. well done Jamestockdale!
the train is like a tree nearby, when all of the sudden
the breeze makes a sound as it rustles through its leaves. The wind is going somewhere in a certain direction , could be toward clear skies, could possibly bring heavy clouds, and eventually it will settle, and then it/'/s gone. And you are still sitting beside the tree just waiting for a new wind to come blow on by.


Re: Trains (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 28th April 2019 @ 01:17:22 AM AEST
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i should have buttressed this with gestalt principles in that the tree, is you, like a train. You are the train of thought in the movement of the train.

Re: Trains (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 25th August 2020 @ 05:24:48 AM AEST
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//// Duplicate comments. Gone. You`re welcome. 😇

Re: Trains (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 25th August 2020 @ 05:31:27 AM AEST
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// Don`t ya` know, I like this Jimmy Joe.

I live in Shallowater, TX. Lots of trains pass through town. I love them at night but during the day when you`re trying to get to work, sometimes they`re a bit annoying.

From 1986 to 1988 I lived in a downstairs apartment in Ferguson, MO about one thousand feet from the railroad tracks. I liked that too. Long freight trains would wiggle the house long after the engine had passed. It was like rocking you to sleep at times.

Thank you for the nostalgia, Sir James.


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