One Poem for Now: Beckoned Two rails beckoned me by name Follow us round distant bend Travel our trail, explore our lane See where our convergence ends Alas I could not answer the call Conceding the desire to stride alone with two rails in seductive thrall Reaching the end they call home Deep inside I will not rest Till I have answered the invitation Of steel rails teasing jest Drawn to unknown destination by Steve Goodenough(c)
