Chugging along, steam rising
Ash on your hat not surprising
Opened windows, you can hear the grind
Of wheels turning against the line
A rhythm of movement rolling along
As if portraying a relaxing song
The hum of the steel against the rails
Is a pleasing ride that never fails
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/06/21/tale-weaver-176-june-21st-trains/
The Bag Lady 
You are so right, the hum of the wheels, the ride so often so smooth is what we love about trains. Thanks for adding to the tale weaver this week.
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Lovely poem! ❤
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