I love to travel. I love exploring new places, experiencing new things -- new cultures, new ways of life, new sights and sounds. Right about now, halfway through the school year, I start thinking more and more about where I'd like to go come summer. (Not that I don't love my work, of course, but the thrill of heading straight out my front door is undeniable!) So I really liked this simple little poem about the lure of the open road.
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 the 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.