Poem: The Rail

[packbat]

Today is sunny, dry, and warm.
I sit outside on every day,
But every day is better warm,
And better dry, and best, today.

I'm sitting still; I always do.
I never travel through the world.
Instead, I wait for those who do
And help them travel through my world.

And as I sit, my neighbors stir,
And wake me with their eager sounds.
I hear them, and I know what stirs,
They are the coming traveler sounds.

I'm sitting, firmly anchored down
Upon my bench of wooden ties.
I'm almost still, still sitting down,
And still I'm waiting on my ties.

And then it comes, it runs across
My sturdy back, my steely spine!
I bear it gladly, help it cross
The ground I'm bridging with my spine!

And then it goes, it runs away,
And leaves me sitting still, behind.
The notes it sounded drift away,
As does the heat it left behind.

And as it does, I sit and shine
For those who traveled on my line.