Great Continental

We have rails from one end to the other

Metal bands around the heart of America

But it is an artery or vein

Bringing life and freshness to stagnant places

Though it brought us life

We don't need it anymore

We have our automobiles

But sometimes

Some of us remember

The billowing steam

The metal gleaming in the sun

The conductors calling our stops

And wealthy people flip their silks in their

First-class cars

Well, a time cannot live forever

This poem is about: 
My country


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