Train Soul

Fingers on the rails can feel

The pulse of steel and diesel

Engines, the working muscles

And sinews of a continent.

Ten thousand horses throb the air

And bear down on a mile of freight.

It rolls by like thunder

Under a clear blue sky, stirs the soul

With memories of lonely whistles

In the night, a desert wind, mystery lights;

When little fingers at the open window

First felt the pulse of steel and diesel,

A million iron miles ago.