General (General discussion, talk about anything.)
THE AUTUMN EXPRESS
It ran when others rested
or were asleep in the depots.
The tireless tractor that tore through the trees.
Older brothers diced with death
as they dared to defy gravity.
But I kept to the chosen path:
my face feeling the afternoon breeze
as we sped up the hill
under the cooling trees.
All dreams were not dreamt -
this last one lingering
not wanting it to end.
At the top,
it turned,
the scented fumes waking the dreamers
as they remained in their seats.
I too,
reluctant to move,
and wanting another trip.
But this was the last of the day.
We trudged wearily through the gates
and into the lane,
looking back at the express...
wanting to get back on
and do it all
again...
Jarvo 2022
Replied: 7th Apr 2022 at 08:14