Trains- a poem

Trains

Over the mountains,
Over the plains,
Over the rivers,
Here come the trains.
Carrying passengers,
Carrying mail,
Bringing their precious loads
In without fail.
Thousands of freight cars
All rushing on
Through day and darkness,
Through dusk and dawn.
Over the mountains,
Over the plains,
Over the rivers,
Here come the trains.
                                            —James S. Tippett