"Locomotion"

When I was a little girl , after my parents divorced, we went to live with my grandmother and uncle in a little coal mining town in Pennsylvania called Brady's Bend. My grandfather was a coal miner. My uncle owned a little hotel and bar where all the local miners would come after a grueling days work in the coal mines.
Across the road and up a small incline was a field where the railroad tracks were. I would run across the road to the field to pick wildflowers and Queen Ann's Lace sometimes. I will never for get the very first time I heard the sound that would send chills up and down my spine, and the very first time I laid eyes on that big, black, majestic locomotive train coming down the track. As the train would get closer the sound of the whistle and the roar of the steam engine was enough to make me run and hide down the alley between Uncle Tony's little hotel and Pezzutti's general store next door. I would get so scared, but thrilled at the same time when I would hear the whistle of that train in the distance!!
I would hide behind the brick wall and peek out...waiting and watching for that huge, majestic black locomotive with steam like clouds all around it. The sheer power, force, and majesty of that train coming down the track was like nothing I had ever seen or heard before. I was mesmerized and fascinated...my eyes would get big as saucers, as I stood there,a little frozen in my tracks, and amazed at what I was seeing. My tummy would be filled with butterflies everytime I heard that whistle blow in the distance.....I knew that train was coming down the track.... and I would get to see it again. It is truly one of the most majestic things I have ever seen in my life and one of my fondest memories. I love trains to this day. I dream of getting to go on a trip in a train to the countryside of France and Italy someday, to visit both countries that my family is from. I had an experience tonight with someone... He reminds me of that big black locomotive coming down the track...and I feel like that little girl picking wildflowers near the railroad tracks in the field....So I wrote this tonight..... in tribute to him.

I hear something in the distance
As I open up the door
I feel a rumble beneath my feet...
And then the silence comes once more
But somewhere in the distance
It comes to me again
Like a high lonesome whistle...
Like a moan upon the wind
Standing on the right track
I turn to see a light
I hear thunder in the distance...
I hear music in the night
Look whats coming down the track
And up around the bend
He rolls just like a night train
A Son of Thunder
And he rides on the wind

He's got a soul like a locomotive

He's got a mind to tell you so..

He's got a fire down in his belly

He's got a heart refined of gold

He's a poet and a prophet

He believes in amazing grace

He's known the chains of his own captivity

He love's to laugh in the devil's face

He's seen the bigger picture...

He's found the strength to carry on

He's got a passion bout' redemption

He's got passion for a song....