Tuesday, August 21, 2007

WILATU #99 - the sound of a train whistle in the distance at night

When I hear that long lonesome train whistle calling out to me, you may think my mind drifts to thoughts of rambling. No, no. My mind finds its way back home when late at night as I lay in bed I could hear that sound carrying through the crisp summer air and sounding throughout the valley. The tracks followed the banks of the Ohio River. Bringing in coal, and taking out steel. Two short blasts and one long. Miles away, but they carried. And in my mind that train went all the way to Istanbul, because anywhere outside of that valley was far, far away. Like a giant ghost it would wail in the night giving its warning. The chirp of crickets and the rustle of leaves and just loud enough so you could tell what it was, that train plowing through the night. Calling like an owl. Letting me know the world was a little bigger than my backyard. Letting the world know that it was moving, and it wasn't going to stop. You don't get this when you're stopped at a railroad crossing in your car. Then the train is loud and overbearing. It is a herd of elephants in a single-file stampede. But at night, from a distance... it is poetry.

17 comments:

GETkristiLOVE said...

The one I hear is the train that goes up to Winter Park, and through the highest train tunnel in (America?) - Moffat tunnel.

pezda said...

Very nice, very nice. [Son #2] gets very excited when he sees and hears trains now. I guess he's just that age. [Son #1] is still enthusiastic, but his passion has obviously waned a bit. Still, in the model train room at the children's museum in Knoxville Tennessee, both boys had a lot of fun.

Evil Genius said...

GkL,

You will find mr. Moffat inside yourself.

Pezda,

This is today isn't it? I wish I could still feel that sense of awe and wonderment when looking at heavy machinery.

-EG

GETkristiLOVE said...

Now look who is all double-entendre'ing.

Evil Genius said...

Tell me, Kristi. DO you still hear the lambs crying at night?

GETkristiLOVE said...

Oh, it's an anagram. Well, then it's your turn, doctor.

Evil Genius said...

Quid pro quo, Kristi. Quid pro quo.

GETkristiLOVE said...

I prefer 'tit for tat'.

Evil Genius said...

If there were no SV, my response to that comment would be utterly pornographic. As it stands, you will just have to use your imagination.

GETkristiLOVE said...

Free porn is WILATU!

Evil Genius said...

There was no mention of the train going into a tunnel, and yet somehow this still turned sexual...not that I am complaining.

dekerivers said...

I too love trains. Many in the city of Madison do not.

However, in the still of the night as the train lumbers along in Madison and blows the lonesome whistle, think of those who once jumped on board and traveled as far as they could with a hope and perhaps an old harmonica. The whistle is a call to reflect on the past, to dream of far of places and faces of the past who also heard the whistles and took a chance on riding the rails.

Not a bad way to fall asleep.

Evil Genius said...

Deke,

Nope. That doesn't sound like a bad way to fall asleep. Thanks fors stopping by!

-EG

Dale said...

Magical thinking Mr. Evil Genius. I love the way you managed to cover the funny and the sweet.

Wait a minute, bringing in coal and taking out steel, is that porn music I hear in the background?

Evil Genius said...

Dale,

I finally get Kristi settled down, now your started! I may as well just give in.

-EG

Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

Nice post. Sorry I missed it back in August.

Evil Genius said...

BSWUG,

This was posted while I was time travelling, so I think a lot of people missed it.

-EG