Today is a day of travel Late for the first train Early morning marvels We're lucky there isn't rain
With you I needn't strain My love and I Oh my sweet Samuel I can't wait to see how far we can go
Our first big trip Together we'll see Milwaukee to Chicago
Where the wind hymns Through the concrete redwoods Sheds infectious excitement The buzz of an infrastructure hive To pulse through every scurrying limb
With beating darting glossy eyes Where necks crane concave To gaze upon the monuments The statues The striking glory of an architectural revolution
This train, ridden in adult hood Is still reminiscent of my youngest days Where curly golden locks Oshkosh b'gosh overalls And fists the size of a common house mouse
Dutifully and loyaly gripped The softly sanded wooden train whistle Galloping around my grandparents Gently cooing to the moon and sun Until my little lungs couldn't blow any more
This trains horn is more authoritative It asks us to hurry or watch out But inside the car it's only a lullaby a benevolent force All red, blue and silver Glistening upon arrival and exit
These metal cans have long windows Stretching from seat to sea to forest through the trees Children's faces adhear to it wide eyed and chin droppedΒ Β As we pass swiftly and smoothly
The lush verdure and crushing azure Of the Midwest's rolling glacial fields All transient and ghostly passing through
Farther though as close as could be An unseen body and lonesome forearm Reveals itself from behind the curtain seat
One finger hold a golden wedding ring This halo he wears or it wears him ever so perfectly Only slightly indented upon his golden hued skin His wrist watch is of the like Shows 11:45 upside down to mine eyes