Following the path
your tracks lay down
I feel the spirit of those
who laboured to pin the rails
Upon the ties which
the earth binds so firmly;
Hoping for the future
of the engine which may
Pull the two solitudes
to lasting unity
And guide our
to a land where peace sustains
Trains of thought stirred
by the thrumming beat of
wheels passing over
this glorious land of my birth.
Wayne , December 2012
for the crew of Via
December 21-23, 2012
The whistle blows, long and clear,
The haunting sound that says we’re near
Onward, onward, passing by
A land so vast that meets the sky,
With secrets many, hidden away.
Not ours to view , no not today
We travel through, a passing guest
We’re on a journey, a special quest
To experience the beauty of a wilderness free,
Not owned by man, not you or me.
A land we borrow, for a moment in time.
A land so free, a land sublime.
And so we travel along our way,
Taking the happiness of the day
As the whistle blows, so long and clear,
The haunting sound that says We’re near.
Denise Tugwell, UK