Can you still ride the rails?
boxcars pass the cows on grass
on the road again
wagons ride the mountainside
wild winter wren
fellow riders, live outsiders
roamers of the rails
hobo stew a drink or two
hundred mile tales
rolling on the morning gone
evening in the air
moonlight cruise 'neath purple hues
coasting without care
sunrise crown some country town
wandering about
harmless fling, some fine young thing
catch tomorrows car on out
valley streams and drifters dreams
trolling down the track
far from home but free to roam
not ready to go back
I never rode a box car either
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'not ready to go back'...with this ending line, you raise another poem-to-be...back to where and what...daydreaming, etc.
Set it up so well in this first poem, that the sequel should be heartbreaking!
I wouldn't want to go back either...especially having tasted freedom of the 'riders'.
Hue Riders - Hue to Hoi An, VIETNAM
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