Sound of a Distant Train
John Herlihy
I have always loved the sound of a far-off train,
Making its way through mountains onto the plain.
I would listen to its whistle sounding in the night,
Interrupting the darkness with messages of light.
Like the voice of the loon with its feeling forlorn,
Announcements, arrivals, accompanied by a horn.
Remembrance of journeys to exotic destinations,
Of being on the move without any protestations.
How sound itself can produce feelings from a hum,
Vital messages conveyed in the beatings of a drum.
We hear things, we carefully listen, and we imagine,
The mind takes us to places we don’t rightly fathom.
All finally captured in the utterance of a distant train,
As it makes way across the tundra of a distant plain.
- - - - -
Copyright ©John Herlihy
Sunday 2 March 2025
I recall there was a famous poem… almost epic in nature, by Michael McClure of San Francisco that I heard on the radio. It was either titled Trains… or I Remember Trains.
Ron
Only being a short distance from the coast as kids we often travelled on trains to the Seaside …but the best fun was hearing the train in the distance, before it reached the station on our way home, when we were tired, sandy toed, sun burnt and when the sun was going down and we were hungry for our evening meal…hearing it in the distance wending its way towards us, always brought a rush of very specific feelings and emotions…reassuring, homeward bound sensations and that wonderful sound of hissing and the smell of coal as it pulled up…
There is something very special about that sound that will stay with me forever…
Diana…🌿