People Holding Onto Hope Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Coming down the tracks and through a mountain pass, taking
people all over the country and back, using its power in
order to reunite families and friends.

Traveling for hours to get together again, laughter and joy
awaiting everyone at the end of locomotive trails, crossing
and criss-crossing across the nation.

Never tiring of landscapes or scenery along the way, echoes
reverberating loudly as the whistle of a train keeps blowing
down the tracks.

People holding onto hope buried deep within that life will
be better once they get to their destinations, feeling the
rhythms of a band playing in depths of another dimension.