A familiar breeze meets my face,

as I step onto the old train tracks.

My bare feet meet dirt.

Tall, overgrown grass crawls up my legs.

My mind starts to wander,

as my dog runs ahead of me.

The worn down railroad ties

bring me back to the 1800s,

when I imagine them first being built.

The ghost train passes me,

and I see bright eyed people ready for the trip.

Around the metal bars that hold the tracks together

bumble bees bounce from flower to flower.

The song of cars on the road whirring by

plays in the distance,

whilst a symphony of crickets chirp,

hidden in the nearby bushes.

My eyes follow a lightning bug to a tree.

The warm glow shows off the new autumn colors.

Under cotton candy clouds, the sun starts to set

where a ghost train follows.