Of Steel And Splintered Ties

The looks of these linear tracks
deemed jagged, rusty, splintered
and tired are railroad ties
none the less bonded to these
old worn tracks…

Many a mile and many a folk have
traveled down these hardened rails
Every screech and rattle of steel
on steel a memory, a dream of a boy,
a man, his spirit, his life on these
old worn tracks…

Be it fond memories of the proud engineer
who displays a farmers tan created solely
on one side of his beefy frame riding these
old worn tracks…

With a salty smile, a hearty tug on his whistle
he trudges galiantly toward his destination
guiding his wares on these old worn tracks… 

Intuition his best guide through
darkest mountains around treacherous
curves, shaking tiny villages from
their foundations, two hundred cars
one by one galloping these trusted
old worn tracks…

Home now as he stumbles to find his
bed, clickety clack,clickety clack
slumbering dreams of his long day
on his old worn tracks…

    
    Christine E. Wessels
         06/24/2007