At the train station…


While at the train station for my very first ride,

The pigeons seemed to gather by me side by side,

I ask what they were doing at the train station?

They said “Oh just hangin’ out with folks on vacation.”

I said  “Well why in the world would you do a thing like that?”

And they all chirped “well how do you think we get so fat?”


Pictures taken at Amtrak Station, San Francisco Fishermans Wharf. My first train ride, a 12 hour ride to LA.  All was well until about 45 minutes out of LA a inebriated woman threw herself in front of the train and was hit. Luckily she lived but obviously we were much delayed.

© DiAnne Ebejer


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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