The Locomotive
The Locomotive
The mighty Locomotive,
Was the muscle of its day.
Moving freight and passengers,
Down a steel highway.
It’s beauty and it’s romance,
Made headlines near and far.
Train robberies and train wrecks,
It had become a star.
The Locomotive was thought to be,
Man's answer to the world.
Until new and better innovations,
Soon would be unfurled.
As all things do there come a time,
It certainly looked for sure.
That the mighty Locomotives day,
Was going to be no more.
It had all but died away,
Till it was born again.
The Diesel took the place of Steam,
New life it had regained.
It still hauls freight as always,
That will never end
And passengers get more scenic rides
Across this majestic land.
The mighty Locomotive,
May not be the star these days.
But it will be a long-time coming,
Before it fades away.
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