Railroad

On the iron rails where the echoes play,

The railroad winds through night and day.

It stretches forth, a path both bold and wide,

A testament to journeys where dreams reside.

Trains rumble on, with a steady, rhythmic hum,

Carrying hopes and stories to places they come.

In the clatter of wheels, the past and future meet,

A mosaic of lives in each rhythmic beat.

Guiding the wanderer ever closer to home.

The railroad’s call is a song of the road,

Of endless horizons and the tales they unfold.