06 February 2011

TRAVEL / THE FORCE


TRAVEL

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train that goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red in the sky,
And hear its engines steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I'd rather take,
No matter where it's going.

THE FORCE. Click here for a giggle. (Click on the image above to enlarge -- see if you can identify this well-known train.)

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