Great Continental
We have rails from one end to the other
Metal bands around the heart of America
But it is an artery or vein
Bringing life and freshness to stagnant places
Though it brought us life
We don't need it anymore
We have our automobiles
But sometimes
Some of us remember
The billowing steam
The metal gleaming in the sun
The conductors calling our stops
And wealthy people flip their silks in their
First-class cars
Well, a time cannot live forever
This poem is about:
My country