The tri-toned call of the freight train
always seems sad as it thunders along its
parallel rails on a lonely stretch of prairie.
In all its might, it seems, it still laments
that what is behind can be no more and
what is ahead is veiled in smoke and
does it wonder where it might have gone
if the last switch had been thrown the other way?
At dVerse, Björn has asked us to use trains as our muse.