Train Tracks

Train Tracks

The train tracks stretch for miles

Steel and stone making the way

Along the rowed and timbered ties

Where nothing can grow today

Longs scars that were built by hand

And the beauty that they lack

Press upon the emerald growth

And nature cannot fight back

Tunneled through vast swaths of trees

The grayed and barren replete

But as mighty as you think you are

Without color you’re incomplete

So, I have brought just a small gift

A gift of something that grows

Here upon your metal street

I lay a single rose

31 Responses to “Train Tracks”
  1. Harley Reborn says:

    I like it, but I don’t want the rose to get crusher by the train

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    This is a beautiful thought placed so perfectly in a great poem. The thought of beauty, organic, alive and natural, bringing a sense of completion to something metallic, ferrous, man-made, static, is just brilliant! Great work my friend! One of your finest, and that is saying a lot!

  3. ankushmaster says:

    Can I reblog your post ?

  4. jonicaggiano says:

    Brad this is beautiful, what an amazing piece about the life of the railroad.

    So many lines I love in this piece Brad. However the ending is just so perfect. Such a romantic you are, I can tell, with your words. This picture had to have been taken by you as we seldom find something so perfect to match our words.
    I am fascinated by the history of the railroad and this is such a sweet and bitter piece that sums up a lot of history of the construction of those “metal street.” Great stuff Brad! Sending love and a big hug. Jonikins

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    The train no longer runs through our city, but the tracks remain. It is one of my favorite places to walk and reflect.

  6. kristianw84 says:

    This is beautiful. You always manage to steal my breath with your beautiful words. ❤

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