Train from the City of Light to Alpine Heights

A poem I wrote on the train from Paris to Annecy...

Today’s story is a little different. It’s a poem I wrote on the train coming from a weekend trip from Paris to Annecy.

Away from the city of white limestone
We sped toward pastures green.
Grass turned to forest
Land unbeknownst to me.

This is a time for exploring.
For seeing what is unseen.
Not just the monuments and places
But more in the sentiments and faces.

Along the rail we go.
Stopping at little towns is the flow.
Wish I could stop at each one
And meet the people, smell the flowers.

But we just keep moving along
On the track’s sturdy bones.
We ride on thousands of miles of rail
And forget that someone once
Had to build these metal trails.

The wind whistles through a gap in the window.
A student types away on her laptop
While a man behind me snores.

Different people speaking different tongues.
Passengers get on, passengers get off.
Some with tired faces fresh from the mountains.
Others with eager energy getting ready for adventure.

We all come from different places
We all head to different destinations.
But for a few hours we share the same train cabin.

We are more similar than we believe.
But it’s our differences that make us special.

And finally we have arrived in Annecy.

Stay tuned for the next story about miles of cycling through the French Alps and swimming for miles in the most crystal blue water. In the meantime, share this with a friend or comment something below. Thanks for reading!

Train station in Paris (Gare de Lyon)