{"sf1_id":512009,"sf2_id":"Rm0PM0vm","title":"The Train to my World","author":"trainperson","words":78,"posted_at":"2013-03-10T21:14:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","engine","train"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/512009-the-train-to-my-world","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0PM0vm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/08/88/088864c3-fb63-480a-ac6c-0e20495a2fa3","description":"A short poem I wrote a while back.","content":"I stand by the track\n\nI watch and listen for the sound I love\n\nThe sight and sound that can take me to my place of peace\n\nAs the train appears my excitement escalates\n\nThe whistle is its greeting yet farewell\n\nAs the engine arrives my world has arrived\n\nI'm left with joy as the iron horse rolls by\n\nThe clatter of the cars follows its leader\n\nI wave one last time and I rejoin the real world\n\n  \n  \n\n"}