What is it about a train,
traveling long distances like a plane,
movement shaking and squeaky braking,
thundering forward on rails,
it blazes a sometimes rocky trail,
on iron put down by our father's father,
expanding history mile per mile,
what is it about a train that I adore,
it's the sights and the smells,
but there's more,
it's the feel of traveling on the iron,
closest to my human sisters and brothers,
I wouldn't even have to bother,
I'd turn down a flight because I'd rather,
travel on a train, so now you know because I have made that plain.
