Lunchtime Poetry/Poetry/Writing Lunchtime Poetry Posted on February 4, 2015 / 0 Comment A train passes, cries. Sobbing new life throbs within once quiet hills. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading... Lunchtime Poetry, Poetry, Writing