Dreams of.....................

This classic poem was written about the American railroads which was the only way to travel long distances before it became a land of highways...................

TRAVEL

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with speaking,
Yet there isn?t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle streaking.

All night there isn?t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see the cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I?ll not be knowing:
Yet there isn?t a train I wouldn?t take,
No matter where it?s going.

Edna St. Vincent Millay