Wander Project October is Poetry Month in the US

Beneath a blue October Sky.

The color around us changing

tas the red falls from the sky

to litter everywhere.

Covering everything

in pausing

tin ears hear the

sound of 

a struggling locomotive

an engine

needing tuning

or perhaps just wheels

clinging tight too the tracks


as they crush

the red beneath.

I hear the sound

but it is nowhere to

be seen.

No trestle

no tracks

just the sound of quiet

as the leaves fall

and the Mighty Monon is no more.

What do you think?

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.


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