Night Train

I hear a freight train

But I don't live near

Any train tracks

Some trick of wind

Of rainy night

Has brought

Her near

The moaning groan

Of straining diesel

And clackety clack

Of wheel on steel

There are tracks

To the south of here

On the edge 

of the escarpment

And to the north

Of Côte-St.-Luc

Too far to hear

This sound so near

I wonder why and how

I hear it

I've always loved the 

sound of trains

I recall fondly

St. Henri's

switching 

sparking 

shriek 

To the 

sidings

While the fountains

Poured out of

Jacques Cartier's statue

In the empty park below

As the baby slept