Travel
A Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.
Perhaps not my best picture but it is the one which represents my love of travelling.
This is the building that caught fire yesterday in Dubai.
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You really do get to enviable places around our wonderful world. I can't wait to see where this year takes you. Happy 2016!