tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post5645316510529930145..comments2024-03-22T10:51:23.567-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: The Trains of ChildhoodGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-3349338987282122162010-10-28T02:29:28.921-05:002010-10-28T02:29:28.921-05:00You are so right there. Even though we don't h...You are so right there. Even though we don't hear them in childhood at a conscious level, they surface from the unconscious later in life as we hear them, and help us make a connection!Monahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08615034229525061880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-88784137945663883112010-10-27T19:34:30.543-05:002010-10-27T19:34:30.543-05:00Something about train whistles always stirs my ima...Something about train whistles always stirs my imagination. This was a beautiful poem.TALONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03205633556998220372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-65239792069399004512010-10-27T16:36:51.548-05:002010-10-27T16:36:51.548-05:00To recall what you didn't remember... IMHO a b...To recall what you didn't remember... IMHO a beautiful, profound poem.dustushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07796500077556153584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-15109764474717169802010-10-27T10:32:38.874-05:002010-10-27T10:32:38.874-05:00An astute observation in such wonderful words. It&...An astute observation in such wonderful words. It's very true. You really don't notice a lot of things until they've left you, especially in childhood.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11610184057896951494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-81653300759955969032010-10-27T06:01:18.272-05:002010-10-27T06:01:18.272-05:00Glynn
This one was nostalgic for me... thanks for ...Glynn<br />This one was nostalgic for me... thanks for reminding me of beautiful days of childhood... I relished the last sentence..."Remembering when, I didn't hear them at all"<br /><br />ॐ नमः शिवाय<br />Om Namah Shivaya<br />Twitter: @VerseEveryDay<br />Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.comShashidhar Sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10752054354309206121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-49938760431449061012010-10-26T22:50:40.777-05:002010-10-26T22:50:40.777-05:00It is amazing how sounds trigger memories. There i...It is amazing how sounds trigger memories. There is a lovely sense of nostalgia hereAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-35233099364474292372010-10-26T20:28:00.760-05:002010-10-26T20:28:00.760-05:00Very evocative piece. Nice One Shot. Love and Ligh...Very evocative piece. Nice One Shot. Love and Light, SenderAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-72159090673667916282010-10-26T20:04:31.474-05:002010-10-26T20:04:31.474-05:00There is something soothing about the sound of a t...There is something soothing about the sound of a train...this is beautiful Glynn! :-)Carrie Van Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11715648073882529202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-39622910105691287512010-10-26T19:54:34.465-05:002010-10-26T19:54:34.465-05:00Thanks Glynn, Train in the distance...Paul Simon. ...Thanks Glynn, Train in the distance...Paul Simon. Somethin about that night horn that brings out the melancholy in me. Nice.Jerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04874006676004790578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-39916669837381019942010-10-26T18:58:13.277-05:002010-10-26T18:58:13.277-05:00"...remembering when I didn't hear them a..."...remembering when I didn't hear them at all" I love this part the best because it somehow speaks to my heart about the warmth and familiarity of home. It's a wonderful poem Glynn.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14937532276250199445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-14504495643191477142010-10-26T18:29:25.526-05:002010-10-26T18:29:25.526-05:00smiles. this has special meaning for me...growing ...smiles. this has special meaning for me...growing up with the tracks at the bottom of the hill out back...moving away that is what i missed lulling me to sleep at night...great one shot!Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-88264456114261545132010-10-26T18:18:30.242-05:002010-10-26T18:18:30.242-05:00I've always missed that sound...There is that ...I've always missed that sound...There is that something about trains I love there are none here around. But I've always felt in a former life I lived near trains...<br />;)<br />Great One shoT<br />!<br /><br />D.Dulçe ♥https://www.blogger.com/profile/14958592985938279356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-16659212461202825292010-10-26T18:11:22.034-05:002010-10-26T18:11:22.034-05:00we lived one block near
to the railroad tracks
scr...we lived one block near<br />to the railroad tracks<br />screech rumble<br />whistle call<br />children didn't hear<br />they did not care<br />at allAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-91822592448403878612010-10-26T17:39:06.827-05:002010-10-26T17:39:06.827-05:00well trains have always been my favorite child-toy...well trains have always been my favorite child-toys..donno why but somehow i enjoyed the whistling sounds..(till now i do) :)<br />great one!Desert Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17370899545012572162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-29983140352902824492010-10-26T17:33:22.071-05:002010-10-26T17:33:22.071-05:00Solid childhood-echoic work, with a nice pseudo-tw...Solid childhood-echoic work, with a nice pseudo-twist/wrap-up line.Steve Isaakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07162341357622058518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-38295352295260699352010-10-26T17:05:32.237-05:002010-10-26T17:05:32.237-05:00Thanks. You just sparked a memory and I think a n...Thanks. You just sparked a memory and I think a new poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-58174279251829242132010-10-26T15:43:35.180-05:002010-10-26T15:43:35.180-05:00So many of us can recall something about trains. I...So many of us can recall something about trains. I much prefer them to other forms of travel, when I don't have to get anywhere.<br /><br />One memory that remains so clear: the train carrying the body of Robert F. Kennedy from New York City to Washington. To see the faces of the people waiting and watching as that train inched forward and passed. . . so much hope was there, and then so much changed.<br /><br />I like your line "the natural / Muzak of life" and, like the others, the concluding lines that bring together the past and present so poignantly.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-85621132787553904222010-10-26T15:21:52.651-05:002010-10-26T15:21:52.651-05:00Really liked this poem, Glynn. The last two lines...Really liked this poem, Glynn. The last two lines, especially. We live within a couple of hundred yards of the tracks and it still fascinates me to see the train go by...Jeff Jordanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191820705109719146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-9846277932142451522010-10-26T15:15:25.942-05:002010-10-26T15:15:25.942-05:00The sound of a train whistle was part of my childh...The sound of a train whistle was part of my childhood as well ... a logging train passed close by our home. Your last two lines hold so much memory.S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.com