Trains
Trains
I love the message of their wheels
chattering hope
and what's in store
around the bend.
When I was a child,
every train had a face
and a chimney belching smoke.
Every train had a smile.
Every train chuffed out its message
over and over:
"Wherever you go -
there you are.
Wherever you go -
there you are."
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Sivan 5759.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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