Sometimes a toy train set is all a guy needs
to take him back, to find his roots, that some history
was ok, not a wasteland. Memories of the firehouse
where factory workers made a world, trains down the track
and people were safe, sleeping at night soundly, wearing
strength and goodness, hoping for a better year.
We were never perfect then, but we knew who we were
chugging down the tracks, trying
to do better. Embracing the world,
full speed ahead.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”