Friday, July 17, 2015

Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay



For my mom.

Travel
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 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.

1 comment:

  1. Edna St. Vincent Millay you have written this poem travel so beautifully. Every verse of the poem have won my heart.Way to go Edna.

    ReplyDelete