Memories
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The rising sun washes the sky
with hues of orange and pink.
Families of birds chirp a warm salutation
to each other.
Rising above their songs
like steam above boiling water
is the hoot of a muted horn.
The sound rises and drifts
far from its source.
It penetrates the gray haze of sleep
until it reaches the mind of one slumbering girl.
She pushes the cobwebs of sleep away
and scrambles upright to listen.
Smiling to herself, she allows her mind to take her
back on smooth waters to the time
that she remembers so well. . .
A little girl walks tentatively into
the rock-strewn riverbed.
She shivers as her feet plunge
into ice water that is ankle deep.
The sharp scent of the pines and the gurgling sounds
of the river engulf her senses.
But there is one thing that stands out
stronger than the gentle lull of nature.
Shaking the trestle bridge
upon which it slides almost effortlessly,
it exhales black swarms of smoke and
hisses out steam as it passes.
The whistle blew softly as it rounded
the bend, sharing its mournful song.
As with all new sights and sounds,
the child was afraid at first. . .
Yet, she knew that the iron beast
could not mean her harm.
No, for it had been bourne upon
the backs of her great grandfather's generation.
The alarm clock blares
and I snap out of my reverie.
I look out the window and wonder
if I will ever see the magnificent
iron horse as it roars down the track.