You held the promise of adventure
In your steam-powered engine,
The lines that traversed the landscape
The coal that pushed plumes to the sky.
You carried dreams
In your cars that extended for miles,
The sleeper cabins and luncheonettes
The open rows where dreamers sat.
You marked the distance
On your wheels questing for connection,
The destinations like compass arrows
The nations shrinking in your growth.
You stand as pillars of time passed
In museums dedicated to your greatness,
The speed of progress rattling by unstopping
The marks of disuse tattooing your frame.
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