Poetry from Joan Beebe


There is something mysterious about hearing a train,

Its lonesome whistle in the middle of the night.

You wonder if it is full of passengers traveling

To places unknown to you.

Though the train is traveling quickly,

The sound of the wheels on those tracks in the night,

Seem to lull you into a sense of yearning.

Sometimes, you wish you were on that train on a journey

Taking you to adventures so exciting.

Exploring places about which you only have dreamed

You will ride through mountain passes and forests so grand

As well as the flat prairies of the mid –west where

The horizons stretch endlessly into the distance.

Listening to the sound of that train brings visions

Of exotic places too beautiful to describe.

Your longing increases and you run to your window,

Its lonesome and mysterious whistle is quickly fading.

The night is suddenly over and the bright

Rising of the sun wakes you to another day.

I’m going to Disney World
And excitement fills my mind.
I dream of that make-believe world and
I vision myself arriving at the gate.
There is a long line of people
Waiting to board the monorail
But there was room for me.
My exciting adventure awaits me and soon I am
Inside Fantasy  Land
I see throngs of people, young and old, laughing, and
Eating.  Their cares seem to fly away on a magic carpet
Of happiness with surprises yet to unfold.
I walk through the crowd seeking more
Rides to enjoy and my heart is full with
These moments of joy.
Cinderella’s castle looms in the distance
And for a short time, my imagination
Takes over and I have become
Cinderella meeting her future Prince.
Disney World is a place where time stands still
As you are suspended in the joy and excitement of
That world of dreams.
Cares are  carried away as on a fresh summer breeze.
The day is spent with laughter and a renewal of spirit.
Your dreams have come true in this far away magical
Land of forever after.