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Written for the 1/5/14 prompt at Poetic Bloomings: Sounds Resound.


The magic of the Iron Horse
we oftentimes dismiss.
Yet, true enough, it shaped our course
with clickety-clack and hiss.

The future of America
was built on rails and track.
With western-bound hysteria
came hiss and clickety-clack.

The mighty engine chugged along,
a deadline not to miss,
determined by its steadfast song
of clickety-clack and hiss.

It made a nation free to dream.
But progress can’t go back.
We moved away from trains of steam
and hiss with clickety-clack.

© Susan Schoeffield

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