Fast-Moving Train
When I was a young boy
I dreamed of this land
And the freedom to go
In a future unplanned
In a world of adventure
With so much to see
There was much to explore
For a dreamer like me
And I thought of the trains
As they sped on their way
In a typical run
On a typical day
And I smiled and waved
To the men passing by
As I stood by the tracks
With a gleam in my eye
And a love for the train
That was moving along
With a big, heavy load
And a loud, happy song
But the years quickly passed
And the railroad died
And the vision I saw
Is a dream on the side
For a loud whistle blows
In a land far away
And the message it brings
Is a caution today
That a life should be led
By the vision you see
From a fast-moving train
That is wild and free.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2021
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