Whistle

Whistle

A whistle comes from a great horn,

Waking all the men to defend their homes,

Knowing full well some wife will morn

Before the whistle calls to return home.

A whistle song birds sing,

Wanting entirety to be hearing,

Till night begins to ring,

And brings quiet to all and everything.

The train whistle muffled by the rain,

Make still cattle rattle their chains,

Then the sound passes on,

Like thunder exclaimed.

A whistle is forever as are my words,

Like the train, the horn and the bird,

All giving a message, hoping to be heard.

Sad, happy, an all encompassing bit

such are mine words writ,

Yea, I wish it to be such a hit,

All depends on who starts to glow,

On who gets lit.