Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass
In a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder
Shaking the orchards, waking
The young from a dream, scattering like glass
The old men’s sleep; laying
A black trail over the still bloom of the orchards.
The trains go north with guns.
(Sort of fits in with the "war" theme, the train which is carting coal (ie, "black trail")
Definitely, the arteries that feed the machine. Love to see shots like this -- there isn't enough open space around here to see anywhere near this much train at once!
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11-Nov-2008 22:08
I love all trains so this gets a thumbs up in my book. The music reminds me of a train. Well done.
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