By David Smith June 7, 2012
The grinding of steel on the tracks as it squeaks
The click-ity- clack of the wheels is so sweet.
History in the present as the cars click on by
That is nostalgia with tears in my eye
The romance of the train, the cars as they sway
The unity of a country in its infancy by the way
Stopped at a crossing as the bells cling and clang
And the lights have a beat as they flash and they shine.
All to take notice as the train slithers by
The sound of the whistle as it turns into a cry
That’s the impression as the train slows me down
To appreciate the pause, and not wear a frown.
So think of the past where trains was the time
That was the cadence in my grandfather’s prime
The wheels as they click and that irritating sound
The fascination of the railroad is so profound.