Poem: Ghost Train of Saskatchewan

In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
Sitting in a backyard
Under dim porch light
I hear the train coming
With a ghostly low
Slowly distant thunder
From the darkness grow
Massive rolling monster
Unseen from my seat
Gradually growing louder
With invisible machine beat
Horn is blowing louder
In the darkness does it come
Yet I do not see it
Nor know not where it’s from
Now I hear it passing
As the rumble slowly grows
Though it is invisible
In the night it goes
Into darkened distance
Unseen iron horse
Pulling away to nowhere
Along its forward course
Now it fades and echoes
Into dark prairie night
Like a ghost beneath the big skies
Though never in my sight

© 2013 James Takeo

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