as I lie in bed the west winds howl outside my attic room,
shrieking through the poplars, wailing in fury, banging zephyr fists against the walls.
and hurtling along the invisible tracks of surging air,
the horn-cry of a far-off freight train is tossed suddenly against my window pane.
and i dream my little barn-home is carried off on tracks of wind
to far off places in the night,
the mournful tones of a train's horn
leading who knows where?
(ps. this happened last night. i think i have watched the Wizard of Oz once too often!)