Thick black locomotives, their sound
claiming the air, rumble with earth shaking
strength as they conquer their space.
Rolling over table top flat tracks the engines
breathe in and expel an energy without
competition or equal. Its front light opens
into daylight and at night sets a beam
of warning and ferocity as it moves without
intimidation through tunnels, wide curves
and over bridges. Trains are the dreams of old
men and the excitement of the young. Their
passing through towns draws attention
to the enormity of its size and the history
it owns. We are a nation of wheels,
trains are the wheels of our nation.
Roger Singer 