Quiet towns

The train keeps moving Past quiet towns The silence disrupted by the clanking of metal and the blare of the horn

Little sailboats patiently wait Geese sit in a row A house peaks out between the trees Graffitied box cars Long abandoned castle ruins, hollow with age.

Lily pads, an island of green Water glistens Trees stand tall The sailboats and people in parks come out to play

Big, fluffy clouds suspended in the sky, Old bridges and water towers The mountains a continuous, calming presence Gentle green curves, Occasionally a pale blue, shade lighter than the sky.

I long to stop the train To explore where trees grow tall and deers run freely I’d prove nymphs exist by becoming one I wish to explore castle ruins, Little cottages on the hill and quiet towns To board sailboats and climb water towers Visiting places I’ve never been.

But the rumble of the train A constant motion beneath my feet stays on its course to deliver me home.

-Riley Quinn Farmery

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