Poetry: The Train

With slow, lumbering movements
The train comes to life
A blast of smoke
A shrill horn
And then the massive, mighty wheels turn

Ever so slowly

Then the mammoth beast picks up force
And breezes past
Cities and farms and towns and cars
As it jettisons across the land

All steam and steel and power and speed
Conquering purple mountains majesty
Amber waves of grain
And barreling though the fruited plains

And as it rumbles through
New land and fresh new sights to see
Ne’er again, will it ever look back

Upon the land from which it came

It is an ever blazing force
That no man can hope to tame
And once it’s gone

Never will it return

The same


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