The whistle's blowin'
everyone board the peace train
rolling mindfully
Ride the peace train
~
Growing up on the railroad.
sometimes we lived in Santa Fe houses
right near the railroad tracks.
The sounds of trains rolling by
comforting
Often I slept right through freight trains passing.
~
Hobo's used to stop by our house
Daddy would give them some yardwork to do
Momma would give them some food
~
Walked for miles
barefoot on those tracks
grafitti lovin'
wild onion eating...
out in the country living
peaceful
pigtails
then
~
Even with bumps and sidetracks
peace
now
to this day
on the
peace train.
~
Linked to Recuerda Mi Corazon
Haiku My Heart
posted thinking about our own...
who also rides the peace train
SAFE TRAVELS
Beautiful, brings back some nostalgia for me, my house was beside rail-tracks, passenger trains and coal wagons, I played for hours on the shunt line, the trains would go very slow, we easily got on and off! Thanks for the memory. x
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ReplyDeletei love starting my day with our haiku my heart family.
here we are, one by one...
celebrating life,
baptized by joy
and riding the peace train;
traveling through life together!
Yes, this train is rolling and we can all jump on board and ride together, I say! Thanks to you and our Spadoman for reminding us that we always have tickets to the peace train!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I really enjoyed this read--quite refreshing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post! He'll be honored!
ReplyDeleteCan I joy that ride ... bringing peace around the world
ReplyDeleteRide on, ride on!
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Lovely post Gemma. I didnt know about your childhood. I am afraid of trains. Dont know why.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post ~ love your train drawing and the story haiku is so endearing ~ (A Creative Harbor)
ReplyDeleteOur house is located halfway between two railroad lines. Sometimes, in the night, I awaken to hear one traveling by and I lay there trying to discern if its sound is coming from the east or the west.
ReplyDeleteYour post evokes a song in my head... I bet 'Marakesh express' will be on my mind all day now!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post...evokes such history and memory yet contemporary in the graffiti moving by.
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Peace to you today Gemma! There is something comforting about the sound of a train as long as it is not to close, we lived in a house once that was right next to the tracks and when a train went by everything rattled.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post. Your words sprang to life in my imagination. What sweet parents you had. Love the pigtails too.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your Sunday. It is gorgeous here.