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Written late one winter's afternoon as the first snow fell.... |
| In the distance, haunting...shrill, The whistle of the sunset train Around the bend and up the hill, Shrieked it's plaintaive, lone refrain. Cold, winter's grip upon the land Now broken could ne'er prevail When silence, shattered by icy hand Lay scattered by the lonesome wail. And as the purloined sun gave way Ransomed from Georgia countryside, The snowy night would soon hold sway Upon hills & dales...and citywide. Stark shadows complained in disbelief Their mute defiance against the sky. Yet, haunted symphony found no relief As darkness hushed their muffled cry. Twilight, descended and the sunset train Charged thru...beyond...and bold Forsooth, as nature's orb did wane, It's message brought had now been told. Poor souls beset with worried care, Heard the whistled ring of hope... As the sunset train turned back despair Providing sadness....chance to cope. Nightime doubts that plague mankind Refused...dispelled...and turned away. Again, the sunset train did now remind night's reign must soon give way to day. You see, kind soul...tis not a wistful sound, It brings to you and me. the sunset train when it comes round... Gives promise to be free! |
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