In night rails of steel
Warm vibrations sooth
Rhythmatic poetry in motion
Persistence is her song
Her whistle makes my heart long
A seduction to my soul
Loco she drives and motives…
I have come to know them so well
She is the alpha of my dreams
Yet another omega in screams
She has Vanished without a kiss
Fading in the night
Your tracks are always so devine
Oh my locomotive you must know
You completely blow my mind
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]






Wonderful poem and photographs. Your love affair with the “open rails,” continues to excite.
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IKR? I’m totally addicted! I guess there are worse things I could be addicted to. Lol
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