Steam Train

Here comes the train, chugging its way, time after time, each working day. Squeal of the wheel, scraping the rail. In worst weathers, blizzard and hail. Serpentine twist, tortuous turns. Hissing of steam, anthracite burns. Onto the points, clickety clack, over cross-hatch, changing of track. Up the valley, on long incline, Make up minutes, on faster line. Leaving green space, enter tunnel, clattering along, echo rumble. Out into town, in smoke and grime. Destination, and right on time.