Free Write Friday post using words: train, burlap, fiction, pearls, vertigo
I have no way to explain why
I dreamt of days in the Old West
Waking drenched in a cold sweat
I’ll describe it as I remember best.
On the platform waiting for a train
Burlap sack of oats down by my feet
I saw a lady walking down the street
Dressed so fine in gloves and pearls.
I knew I must talk to her, but how
Here I am, but a lowly dirt farmer
To come up with a piece of fiction
And not appear as just a charmer.
Tipping my hat and giving a bow
It wasn’t much of a fancy show
But oh it made my head spin
Perfume sending me into vertigo.
She was just a lady from up north
Canada she said, so far from here
I couldn’t imagine how far that is
But I was glad to have her so near.
Since we were alone there waiting
I guess she felt impelled to speak
Everything around seemed blurred
Her words and eyes, all I’d seek.
All too quickly I heard the whistle
A smile and laugh we both shared
Knowing we were from worlds apart
As she left, a kiss showed she cared.