Riding the Rails (poem) by Patrick A Granfors on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 13, 2013

I enjoyed the poem. It brought back childhood memories of the big black locomotives that used to chug by the hill we lived on...M

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on November 17, 2012

I'm with you, Patrick!!

Inspired writing about a subject that is very near to a lot of our hearts. Trains were more important when I was young. I miss the big behemoths that breathed fire and made a godawful racket.

As for riding the rails, who hasn't fantasized about jumping on a freight headed who-knows-where? Days when I'm tempted now!

BEAUTIFUL WORK!!!

xOx Pea xOx

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on November 6, 2012

You've struck a chord, Patrick, and your reviewers confirm it. There is something mystical in watching the oountryside whiz past you while observing it from a train window. It seems to blur past, present, and future in a stream of wonderment. Well done!

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on November 4, 2012

Love this, Patrick! The rhythm and metre is so get-up-and-go and this whole thing really clickety-clacks along. You're so right: there's nothing quite like a set of rails diminishing into the distance to awaken the wanderlust inside; they kind of lead you on, don't they? :)) xx

Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill

Reviewed on November 3, 2012

A while back I lived near the tracks. I loved the sounds of the trains. The hugeness of the engines and the sound of great power is awesome. Great write.

Peace,
Dayvid

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 29, 2012

your poetic rails are runnin' in this poem ... well written ...

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on October 28, 2012

I love the rails, it's the only way I travel when I need to hit
the road. You did yourself proudly on this one.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 27, 2012

i love this--i too have loved trains-i roll my windows down to listen when at a crossing and used to race them on my horse

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

Adventure calling *Patrick*
that you have taken us on,
and I enjoyed the ride..

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

All Aboard...Excellent Poem Patrick
You Can Count Me In

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Vickie

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

well done

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

I see trains from that line ever so often...next time I do, I will write a note on one that hopefully you'll see...e

Reviewed by Eileen Granfors

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

NICE! Even the rhythm catches the movement of the train. Glad to see you back at the den.

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

Yessss...love rails, very enjoyable and great...

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

There is a great romanticism about trains, part of it reality, part of it not. Your poem captures that feeling beautifully. I have had wonderful train rides up mountains in fresh air and I have had boring, long train rides in dingy cars with smeared windows and stifling heat I could not control.

The term, �ride the rails,� refers to riding under cars on rails there because most freight cars were locked by the railroads during the Depression. It must've been scary to ride many miles so close to the ties passing by.

Ron

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

Great pic, Patrick! And an awesome musing....we took our grandson on his first train ride to Halifax, Nova Scotia...when he was only four....he loved it too!!!!

Anna

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 26, 2012

I've also been fascinated with trains and riding the rails since I was a young boy. One of my uncles, a WWII veteran, rode the rails for many years, and I always wanted to accompany him.

When I got older, my favorite trips were always on cross country trains. And today, I find myself back on the tracks since many homeless dogs now wander them.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 25, 2012

Years ago when steam was king
When hobo camps a common thing

I love this, Patrick. Your sharing reminds me of a poem that I have posted here at AD entitled, "Hobo Heaven." I do remember when trains smoked a lot when I was a child. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on October 25, 2012

Patrick,
Wonderful journey you have taken with gentle clicks and clacks.
In my home town they are opening the railways and the trains
will be running once again.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on October 25, 2012

all of us who were young in simplier times have had this dream, those who have tried know the dream is better than the reality..ride inside the passenger car then the trip is much more pleasent
budd

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 25, 2012

Great write, Patrick. I have always been fascinated by them too.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on October 25, 2012

That's the high-flying spirit, you, the wind, the rails . . .