The Ride to Mashhad


Hopped on a train
On the way to Mashhad
Riding along the outskirts
Of the Capital city
Speed gradually increasing
Hearing the clump-clump of the tracks
The gentle sway of the train
Like rocking a babe to sleep

As we go the city turns to sand
Slowly disappearing
As if it turns to dust
Riding along hearing
The clump-clump, clump-clump
As the train runs down the track
Seeing the desert go on for miles
As if nothing else is there
Feeling the gradual climb

As we go north
Going through the dark tunnel
Not knowing what is on the other side
Closing my eyes I look up and see
The inscription on the cabin door
This was an old Russian train
From the sixties
I close my eyes to the rhythmic sounds
Of the train running down

As day turns to night
We come to a stop
Just passengers coming and going
Not my stop
The train gradually starts again
Picking up speed
The sway puts me back again
To a semi-peaceful slumber

I awake and see the day
The train gradually slows
The clump-clump seems
To be louder now
We are closer to the city
The sway not as soothing
But is still there
The train made it again
Safe and sound
To the city of Mashhad.

©MGA 2006



I thought I’d give the one-word prompt challenge a go. Seems today’s word is SOUTH . So here is my poem “Southbound”

on the road

to points unknown

to the end of the line

who knows what I’ll find

southbound to the end

of all the railways


and biways

not knowing where I’ll be

to the south

where the sun shines

and no worries

come to my mind



Seriously Now


Never take things serious
Only live once
Take things with a grain of salt
As was said don’t like it
Oh well

Enjoy life
Don’t bring me down
I love life
Don’t be hating me
Life is too short
To be hating someone you don’t know

Grow up
I tried
Didn’t make it yet
Living my life good
You don’t like it
Oh well

Be an adult
Can’t be
Have three to keep me young
Fountain of youth they are
Living life
Having fun

Keep joking
Keep smiling
Keep laughing
Life is too short
Don’t be so hard on yourself