Farewell to the tracks of the old iron train
And the beauty of midnight and shadowy gains
You only traversed what the forest thought best
And read from the moss that the stars led out west
There might be a morning when passion grows dim
So cradle your dreams on the breath of the wind
Follow the tracks to the end of the line
Farewell to the ghosts who have guided your time
“Farewell Miss Montgomery, I’ve got to move on
Take consolation from the notes of my song
I’ll hum you to sleep so you won’t know I left
Then climb out the window and run for the west
We both know this time is a fleeting blue gem
Like the necklace I gave you to predicate when
I needed to leave to carve out my own space
Farewell Miss Montgomery, remember my face”
Farewell to beauty of mist in the fields
Creeping through valleys, refusing to yield
Except when the clouds in the sky changed their ways
And the mist would climb upward, revealing the day
It’s hardly important to follow the wind
When the mountains don’t know yet which way to begin
So you’re traveling westward where the flowers still grow
Sing farewell to the ghosts that you pass as you go
Emily Karreman is a third-year student with majors in History and Russian and a minor in Spanish. EK1019612@wcupa.edu