You have the Reader

        and the journey here begins…

 

The boys in Bishops Junction

Heard the waves upon the shore

Saw the train pull through the station

As the rain began to pour.

 

It started as a drizzle

and the fog began to lift

The wolves began to wail

and the wind began to shift.

 

The church bells sang in sorrow

As the wind pulled at the ropes

And the children sat in bed

With beaming eyes and borrowed hopes.

 

They were waiting for the signals:

The wailing and the wind

The train and then the church bells

Then the lightning should begin.

 

But the sky was full of darkness

And the children full of doubt

The rain must bring the lightening

For the Reader to come out…