"The Red Caboose"
Watercolor on Paper
Backyard Musing #9
The Mournful Whistle of a Night Train
The dark night closes in on the land
Like a soft black velvet cloak.
As the late night hours approach, quiet soaks into the earth.
Far off in the distance, the lonely whistle of a train
breaks into the peaceful night.
Travelers going to and from on the tracks to their destinations.
Some on their way far from home,
Some headed to the safety of family and the warm fires of home.
Again the haunting train whistle blows.
Now in the early still hours of morning while the world is still asleep.
Nocturnal activities are coming to an end.
The forlorn whistle pierces the dawn with a sharp mournful blast,
As day breaks and the sun begins to rise in the Eastern sky!