I hear a train coming down the tracks.
Memories of times past begin to come back.
Before moving we heard the sounds of cars.
Now we live where we can see the stars.
But do you know how loud a whistle can be?
I heard seven trains between 10 o’clock and three.
Why do those whistles keep me awake,
When before I could sleep through a storm or a quake?
Well we’ve lived here now through many a roar.
I can honestly say, I don’t hear them anymore.
(written for a friend who moved from the suburbs
out to a more country-like setting)