Monday, January 10, 2011

Travel - Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.

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