Britches and the Train
Britches and the Train
Written: by Tom Wright
10/14/99
Two long tracks lay parallel in fresh snow,
"Britches", being inquisitive, asked his Dad, where do they go?
He said, “they cross our streams and many a street",
then pointed to the horizon where they appeared to meet.
"They race across flat lands, around curves and up the hill,
running side by side, though all the while, standing still".
"They crisscross this nation without fanfare or flair,
never seeming to tire from the great load they bear".
"Britches" first saw smoke then in a distance, a cry,
then hugged his Dad's leg as a black monster came by.
Now you can take this as fact, or consider It's source,
but "Britches" had just witnessed, his first "Iron Horse".
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