“Memory is a way of holding on,
To the things that you love,
The things that you are,
The things you never want to lose.”
Kevin Arnold
A frightened, runaway dog;
A train whistle, in the night;
Memories, from my childhood;
I found them all here, at first light.
I had received another phone call
Another dog had run off, in terror
Another victim of July 4th fireworks
People were out searching, everywhere
For some reason, I soon headed for the old railroad tracks
I had heard of other runaways, crouching in the bushes here
As I peered into the darkness, I heard a distant train whistle
And a flood of old memories came, with that sound in my ears
Suddenly, I was a young child again, at my grandfather’s house
He had lived near some old railroad tracks, in the heart of the city
His old dog Tiko and I had often wandered off together, into the night
And, we often found ourselves sitting in an old freight boxcar, with glee
I recalled how old Tiko and I, would sit there on that train, in the dark
Dreaming of riding it together, to some very exotic and faraway landscape
But when that old freight would begin to move, we would lose our courage
Jump off, and race back to grandpa’s house, dreaming about our Great Escape
Suddenly, I saw some movement in the bushes, as this night train drew near
And a frightened old dog that looked a lot like old Tiko, now came into view
I managed to get a leash on him, and I convinced him to come away with me
He’s now safe, back at his home, and I have night train memories, that are new
Ever since my childhood days at my grandfather’s house,
I’ve imagined when I die, a night train will whisk me away;
Hopefully, to some very exotic and faraway, heavenly place,
Where perhaps, Grandpa, Tiko, and I, will meet again, one day.
A frightened, runaway dog;
A train whistle, in the night;
Memories, from my childhood;
I found them all here, at first light.
©2010, Mr. Ed
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YET ANOTHER HAPPY ENDING ... THANKS FOR SHARING! TK.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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This was a beautiful write.
God bless,
Lew
Cheers,
Dan
Anna
Georg