Through the open window the train whistle is heard
In the distance a sounding of a journey’s word
Here then there the wheels upon tracks rumble they do
Yet gentle is the touch of the night that awakens you
The sweet feel of a caressing breeze this moment does bring
And known is this night and the coming soon of spring
Silent again the night in its cloak of deep blue and a sparkling star
The train has passed, the roar of wheels now somewhere far.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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