Train Of Thought

The train goes on,

Much alike my train of thought,

Look, a temple o'er that mountainside,

The trees firmly set yet sprinting away.

Yonder the children play,

You stare at 'em aimless,

Heart aching to join the game,

The valleys and fields roll by.

The train skitters away on glazed tracks,

A house among obscure,

Out alone where silence makes noise,

The hearth of farmer burning bright.

We chug along, the lush green on the far side,

The golden hued wheat fields up close,

A solitary scarecrow stands alone,

Spellbound you look.

Another train then joins the watch,

Brothers in blue,

Marching on, matching pace,

Engines in perfect symphony,

Until one takes a turn.