2 A.M.Train Whistle

There is nothing more lonesome than the whislle o atrasin break through the we hours of night.There is a train that goes rumbling through here at 6 am
your first stanza is perfect
one small item what if you were to say raising rather then rousing it is up to you

this because I used to hear a train go through a little town I once lived in at 12:37 am every morning and then the stillness settled in and the crickets started chirping again and it was as though a ghost had passed by, leaving a trail of loneliness.
I don't know; but "raising it's lungs" doesn't sound quite right, while raising it's voice sounds better, I think that emptying its' lungs might be even better; as it sounds as though it is chuffing off into the night. Whatever you decide, it's your poem and I like it. ~ Geezer.
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There's just something about a night train's whistle isn't there? I enjoyed this

your train poem reminds me

of a small village with population explosion
compared to its inmates and space

A train always passed by
whistling daily at 4.30 am

Then it was too early
to wake up
too late to go back to sleep
what else could couples do
your guess is as good as mine

Such is the expansiveness of imagery
related to whistling
now by trains only

lovely population grew up
silently