i couldn’t wait to leave this town
by mule or bus or wagon train
and let the memories all fade
the bells though never seem to fade
i hear them ringing from the town
above the mournful clacking train
clack of wheel on iron–o, train,
the distance should recede, should fade
the hallmark past, the breathing town
the town is here, the train just fades
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the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #31
(5) Words: | TOWN | TRAIN | FADE | HEAR | HALL |
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Words and Feathers 
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Beautiful work. Loved the flow…
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my reaction is the sadness of never going away even though you felt the tugging, the person in the poem. I realize, I have found my village and my trains. I don’t mind hearing them coming to town and no melancholy at the sound of there escaping again. For me, I don’t want to escape where I am, just where I was a long time ago. Time being relative. An inspiring poem. – kiley
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