Tracks To Infinity

Standing alone upon the railroad tracks silence surrounds me looking to the left down the tracks I see the mountains in the far off distance and ponder, for a second, their existence looking to the right down the tracks I see the flatlands stretching into infinity and marvel at the great espanse open before me. Placing my hand upon the cold hardened steel of the track I feel nothing yet in the eerie silence I listen, believing I hear the shrill whislte of a train fast apporaching upon me yet none could be seen. Within my mind I perceive it to be the ghose of one of many trains that have traveled these same tracks in times distant past and present. Where once many proud trains had crossed this great land miles of track now lay forgotten/desolate mute testimony to their once might grandeur a part of this great nation perhaps lost forever to the ages.