The Train yard
On somber winds,
Flow's a distant moan.
The train yard rumbles,
And the engines grown.
I hear the workers call.
A Voice bellowed tone.
The words crisp.
Rings All aboard.
Steel clash!
Rails creak!
A symphony strong!
The engines reap!
The trains depart.
Follow winds decree.
The time has come.
For me to drift to sleep.