A Beautiful Creature Is A Train
by F William (Bill) Broome
Saturday, September 29, 2007
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May there always be a beautiful train to be enjoyed.
A Beautiful Creature Is A Train
Few things made by man capture the heart as does a train.
A train of any size is readily accepted as a gentle monster
from the moment of sighting, or hearing its special whistle.
When alive and running, a train is a living creature and
beautiful in so many ways.
The brain of a train is the engineer, an experienced and
trusted person, who loves the contraption being driven.
The engineer tends his partner tenderly; adjusting and
persuading the massive and palpitating contraption to
do the will of its master.
In operating a steam engine train there is beauty in
seeing it move. Powered by heat and water into steam,
its huge wheels turn in unison with the lesser ones
connected to rods, shafts and levers, to pull at high
speed a lengthy cadre of passenger or freight cars.
From inside a train a passenger can know pleasures
unlike those anywhere else. Walking its length from
one car to another can be done nowhere else, and
dining on the best of food is absolutely beyond
belief. Afterward, your seat is a tempting bed.
At night a passenger train seen from a hillside, is a
slithering serpent of destination, rolling on tracks
toward an unseen terminal. Its self contained lights
are eyes to spot danger, and to guide its charges
past possible problems of the dark.
It matters not if a train hauls cargo or passengers.
It is a miracle of engineering and design. A sole
passenger on a train is in almost total seclusion.
Where else is it possible to get one's beauty sleep
during travel, and still stay on the ground?
2007 F William Broome
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|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Something else that I really do not know much about since the nearest train to me was miles and miles away. I've not seen the trains you speak of...but I do know that trains hold a passion for many... wonderful tribute to the story of train.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Yea. I only wish the one that passes by my home every morning about 2 am would be a little less noisy. I like the way you look at life. You paint a picture well. --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|Wow, thank you for the memories. As a child we'd stand on the viaduct and watch the trains move below. It was always incredible.
As an adult I've taken many train rides, and always enjoy the freedom and relaxation.
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|I love the trains and they are an amazing feat of engerneering to say the very least. The clickity-clack of the rails is a lullaby to me and I can sleep on a train as easily as I can listening to waves breaking on the shore. Very nice tribute to the machine that polulated our cities and moved mountains.
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|And that's exactly why I don't fly, I love to take the train, every chance I get. Well done, Bill...matter of fact, you're right on track with this write.
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
This one brings to mind Woody Guthrie's song,
"City of New Orleans"
I am always in awe of trains.
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Does the Autumn Special still make it's run through the foothills of the Appalachians? I've heard wonderful tales of the astounding beauty. I've always loved trains. When I was growing up my father would take me to work with him as a "dead heaad". My brothetr and I would ride free while my dad worked. He was a conductor for Seaboard Coastline, later to become Coastline RR. I really like this poem. I'm keeping it as a favorite.
|Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly
|Now I know why I really do love trains and you've made me realize we should not take human inventions for granted. You've really reinvented the wheels with this creative and imaginative prose. The energy, synergy, and silhouettes of those watching, you've penned it all! Thanks for sharing. My best wishes, Gloria|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i have always loved trains, from counting the cars to racing them on my horse-|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|There's no sound I enjoy more than the sound of a train going off in the disatance or feeling the thunder as it rumbles by on the track. What a nice way to go to sleep at night! Very soothing! Well done, Bill, well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
There used to be a singer named Boxcar Willie; he'd love a poem like th is! :) (He sang a lot of train songs, dressed up like a hobo, sang pure, sweet country music, was a member of the Grand Ole Opry. Quite talented; had the opportunity to see him in concert, meet him after the show; what a nice person he was! :) )
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Yes the more and more infrequest sound of a train whistle especially at night still stirs the urge for me to travel and wonder what lies just a little further down the line...
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|Hi Thomas, hows Percy and Gordon?
HEHE :) Neat write about Trains, love riding on them.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|A beautiful creature, indeed, William. Sadly, like most flesh and blood creatures, I fear for it: going the way of the dinosaurs, the endangered species. MUCH prefer riding the rails, although for days afterward, I'm rockin' to the rhythm! LOL Well done, enjoyed.
The only time I don't like a train? When it's the roar of a tornado. :0 LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.