As the train came down the track, <br />I knew that it was near; <br />It whistled LOUD as if to say, <br />"Come see me, I am here!" As it whizzed on by the farm, <br />It was a thrilling sight; <br />The light that shined out from the cars <br />Lit up the ebony night. I thought about the passengers, <br />The story each could tell; <br />Some were coming home again <br />And all was good and well A few, I'm sure, were very sad, <br />Just holding back the tears; <br />Their thoughts with those they left behind <br />And may not see for years. Now I am no longer there <br />To thrill as the train goes by, <br />But in my memory those <br />Sights and sounds will never die!<br /><br />Jeanette Olson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empire-builder/
