I've been writing Haiku poems for decades but, with rare exception, they've been hiding in old journals and notebooks. As I "dig" them out (and write new ones), I'll post them on this blog along with a few longer poems. During 2011, I challenged myself to write at least one haiku poem a day to post on the blog. And I did.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
5 a.m.
As it rolls through town a train blasts its horn five times. Wake up!Wake up!Wake .....
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Strikes me that I am one of the last of a generation that remembers real trains.
"Trains are big and black and smokin' - steam screamin' at the wheels,
bigger than anything they is, at least that's the way she feels
Trains are big and black and smokin', louder'n July four,
but everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more. . .
... than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war.
This is somethin' that even old man Wileman never seen before."
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