When I was child….I used to sit in front of the train station, my eyes just looked down….not for the train but for the Railroad. My question that time was…”how the people arrange such wooden rail rod between two parallel steels of rail track?” and “how the people put that so much rocks and arrange them among the rods for a hundred or even thousand miles away?”. And I was wondering where all the railroad end.
Many people have a impression of the railroads that comes from the 1800s. We imagine hundreds or thousands of men building railroad tracks using hand-carried wooden railroad ties and hammers. And yet I’m still amazed how the human arranged all of the rail tracks into one system, connecting cities, islands and even countries.
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay