End of the Line

Everyone would call her a hero Carrying yet another soon to be orphaned child to safety Leading group after group destined for destruction Down the railway track of hope Fighting not only the threat of death But nature’s cold frigid grasp Her own safety in the balance every time She returned over and over again Man, woman or child equally saved The risks were great the reward greater In a time and age of war With no regards to race, color or creed Cruelty unbound She plodded on Exhaustion filling the mind with thoughts of giving up Yet her drive and spirit refused to cave in Each trip meant more would live How could she stop now One day when all was said and done Would they remember her or her deeds It didn’t matter because this was about them She knew the way And would light the path To a life which would grow and flourish Her reward the look of relief on their faces When they realized they had made it to the end of the line Freedom was waiting Andreas Simic©