the old railroad

THE OLD RAILROAD

It had been forever since the railroad had been used, years went by and it just sat there,

gathering dust waiting to be used once more before collapsing under its own weight.

One cold, dark night an owl hooted leaving the abandoned forest silent,

but one night that changed, there was a train whistle, then the sound of pistons

going up and down, there it was a train, finally the track had felt alive again, it felt no

longer abandoned but instead felt something else but the track couldn’t put

its finger on it. Was it love?

   By: liam daniel