Infinite stretch of white metal,
Running parallel through unlimited access of territory,
Laid on mounds of defined camber,
Spaced at varying distances,
Connected by planks of resistant timber,
Criscrossing flexibly through a maze of routes,
Firmly stuck by tight screw; nut and bolt,
Welded to designer perfection,
In a kingdom of pointed stones,
And shady domains of tree foliage,
Bearing loads of flesh and cargo,
Along with metallic skeletons of speedy trains,
Excreting clouds of smoke as they pass,
Produced in coal chambers of captain room,
The train chugs blatantly,
With horns blaring in obstreperous unison,
Through steep slopes; cloistered tunnels,
Icy cliffs; steel bridges,
A jungle of stations; distant towns,
Embracing sticks of long iron rail,
On a compatible basis; for centuries of blissful travel.