with a click, click, clack
on the cold, steel track,
the old train chugs
the engine lugs
reluctant cars
beneath icy stars
on a cold, cold night
while a single light
cuts the snow that falls
as the whistle calls
to the track, to the cars
to the hard, white stars
while the wheels on the track
with their click, click, clack
head around the bend
at the valley's end
and it fades away
and it fades away…

Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.