I’ll admit it- I completely forgot that today is Poetry Friday. I’ve been so busy even though I am off of school. In honor of my traveling tomorrow, I’m posting this marvelous poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
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