The Steam Train Poem by Christoph Praus

Pistons roaring off the track,
But hopefully we'll make it,
Back among the Stones,
Between the mist and metal,
Roams the Grey;

And gloriously strange it seems,
Weaving out along the rocks,
The trees are bending with it,
Clean and murmuring;

Metal mind on metal shore,
Silver touch and look,
Metal thought and metal sigh,
An explosion and shrill cry;

Iron trundle brushing past,
Faster still till you can't breathe,
Faster still to complete,
A winding lonely journey;

Through lidless eyes,
Aglow and bright,
Can barely see what lies ahead,
Safely tow you through the night,
Aboard this iron, trundle train.