From my journal………
Early morning
Before the sun
Roaring like thunder
Throwing smoke and dust
Heating up the rails.
Folks came out of their houses
Stunned by the sound
Farmers stopped their plowing
Children stopped their crying
And rushed to the window.
The train ran along the ponds
Past the hills.
Folks watched it pass like a blur
Racing on
To the future.
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