The whistle stop

It may have been
a whistle stop
to some (but not to me)

It may have been
there all the while
beside the avid tree

And when the seasons
changed – and the
sunset turned to day

The deciduous
and evergreen
invited all to stay

They shaded thoughts
of yesteryear
and thoughts yet to apply

And as the winter
turned to spring
they pondered – asking why

Why did that man
just disappear
and fear and fright along

Leaving that worldly
girl to hear from
others – what went wrong

Yet from bad deeds
comes full bright - 
comes sunlight from the shade

That whistle stop
was so much more
resplendent in parade.

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