Tuesday, July 4, 2017


 In the distance I could hear the sound of the train whistle blow.
My grandpa retired from the railroad.
 And when Brandon was little, we would rush to the railroad tracks
to watch the trains pass.

                                                 So when I heard the sound of the whistle blow...
I dashed off to find the track.
Because there is something strangely comforting
to listen to the rumble of the train again.


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