Track and Train

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Night Traveler

It rumbles ahead,

plodding steady and true,

its light shines the way

with a cargo that’s due.

Wheels rhythmically click

as steel impacts steel,

joints groan under tension

as the frame squeaks and squeals.

From Pittsburgh to Wheeling

and St. Marys too,

the trees part ways reverently

as it rattles on through.

With steam in its belly

it unleashes its horn,

and like the towns it divides

it sounds just as forlorn.

Smaller and fainter

it appears in one’s sight,

for the red light’s now blackened

as the train becomes night.

~ Bill Breneman ~

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