Down the Tracks
By: Fee
I walk alone on a gray shaded day in February
Wandering where my feet choose to take me
Down an old abandoned rail line at sunset
Full moon ahead like an open door to fate
Mind and heart open to where it could lead
I hear the ghost sounds of steel on steel
The lonesome whistle song of years gone by
Can’t turn back time, but in hindsight, if I could
Should have followed those tracks into the moon
Should have followed my heart where it led me…
Regis. 🍁
Ron
Rebecca