The Train

January 13, 2011
By Kaitlyn Gehrke BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
Kaitlyn Gehrke BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
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The train roars by
Through fields of corn
And shanty towns moaning of pain.
But it keeps running
Like a bandit trying to escape.

The train roars by
Speeding past memories
And the terrible truths of yesterdays.
It chugs on
Without pausing to face the reality.

The train roars by
Traveling past the onlookers.
They know the train is only trying to run.
It will not meet their eyes
Only disregarding their understanding of its pain.

The train roars by
Through dominating cities
And rapidly moving people.
They pay the train no attention
Focusing only on themselves.

The train roars by
Overlooking the ocean’s bluffs
And peering over into its vastness.
The waves crash
And remind the train of eternal beauty.

The train roars by
Winding through mountain peaks
And shivering in the high altitude.
The winds push the train
And rock it back and forth in uncertainty.

But the train roars by
And eternally on and on and on…

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