The Train Ride To Change

The rails have taken many to a different place

A change of scenery is needed for a permanent escape

The plane ride is an option, but the nature watcher refuses

What pleasure is there, in staring at a sky absent of trees


The clickety-clack of the steel wheels to track

Is an eerily, soothing sound to the rail rider

Going through different towns,  feels like a video tour to them

A much farther journey, than the train excursion within city limits only


They have fellow passengers as well

Never is a ride like this a solo trip without strangers

Conversations can likely happen, as the ride is long

Perhaps a good way to fill the time, much to discuss within this land


At some point this rail journey will end

Another place that one will begin to unpack one's bags

The reach of the final stop is somewhat bittersweet

There's an ending and a beginning, happening simultaneously


Copyright© 2019 Elliott Dean Avant

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