The mighty train shoots through the countryside,
racing against the clock as its wheels roll onward.
The ground trembles in its presence,
shaking the trees at their roots,
branches blown backward as the breeze carries them.
The air fills with a commanding whistle that echoes off the mountains.
The train has a purpose, one singular destination in mind,
and it’s ready to move heaven and hell to arrive —
as am I.
©jenna_lee_poetry
Jenna Lee Schifferle 