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Loving the laughter and chitter-chatter the language of smiles is all that matters.
Different Nations converge on a train… babies, toddlers, an old man with a cane.
Spectacular views, a serpentine track, vivid blues, baby-leaf-greens, and coal-black.
Chug-chugging engine and cool Mountain breeze… heavenly vistas, vibrant diverse trees.
Glittering rocks, living sparkling streams, time stands still and lets Eternity dream.
Until…
Rabid rivers, rushing, raging, racing. Past and present, current, churning, pacing.
Running down river at a break-neck-speed,
to where waters wander; unconfined- freed.
On the train smoke wafts, on the wind of whim.
Soot, seeking eyes, makes my vision dim.
There are billows and puffs and charcoal smells
And somewhere deep inside; my spirit swells.
Chug-chugging engine and cool mountain breeze,
City-hardened-heart begins the unfreeze;
on the Narrow Gage.
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