[Soaring Feather]

Night Mail

Great poem Sam, and as always the perfect graphic to enrich the words. For those of us who grew up with trains, there is nothing like a lonesome train whistle in the night to chill or warm ones heart.

Love those old puffer bellies rolling down the tracks with black smoke pouring out her stack.

[SAMWolf]

Got to hear steam locomotives while stationed in Germany. A sound I'll always remember.