LIKE A FAST MOVING TRAIN

no station in sight

By Margaret BrennanPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

No station in sight

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I’m sitting here contemplating;

Thoughts whiz by but I’m still waiting

For just one thought to cause a spark,

With pen in hand to leave its mark.

I look around to see what’s here;

Something, anything: laughter, fear.

The perfect thing that I might find

To activate my idle mind.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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