That's how it must have been <br />In the Old Days- the Train, <br />Like a roaring beast <br />Come to rock the babes in their dreams <br />As it thundered through town. <br />Now, it just quakes through the night, <br />Lulling the empty crossing <br />With rocking cars and wheezing brakes; <br />Trekking from Nowhere to Somewhere, <br />Riding the rails that tie <br />The whole thing to the earth.<br /><br />Edward Steinhardt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-twelve-forty-five-2/
