Gryphon that one is fabulous. when i lived in my previous apt it was right near the tracks, and there were like four crossings right in a short span. since the blow the whistle for all the crossings, it was a lovely sound to hear. when i first moved there the train only went by once a day at about three am. I loved hearing it. then all of the sudden the trains came all day long blowing their whistles for all four crossings. one conductor always blew just one continuous whistle thru all four stops. Sort of like his little joke.

 

When the train traffic increased so dramatically i wondered what business was suddenly so prosperous that they needed train load after train load of somethng moved. I always wished i could call the railroad and ask about the immense increase in traffic.

 

Now that ive moved i no longer hear the whistle ofthe train and i do miss it.

 

when i read your poem it immediately make me think of one of my favorite poems

 

Travel

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 the 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.

Edna St. Vincent Millay