Upon This Train

Today upon this train I sit
Awaiting when I shall return
To my dear husband, Ma, and kid
And tell them all what I have learned.

Upon this train I sing my songs
And wonder at the echo's ring.
For this train ride must be so long,
And I'll be bored if i don't sing.

I met some people, kind but grave
Who fear the train will never reach.
I could not stand their panicked state,
So I got the Reverend to stand and preach.

I write to you, dear ones at home,
With pen in hand and tear in eye.
I miss you so, oh you must know,
That you are in this heart of mine.


I wrote this after I had a dream set in the old West, in which I took a long train ride. It's very random.