The Trains Transit Voyage

For the first locomotive that set on a downward track

To roll coal with steam borrowing through the stack

It was the first movement toward the 20 century movement

For labor and hard work spent

To put shape to travel and shipment

Of a metal train that went up and down and all around the earth

For some say it gave worth to the hard work and dedication to build and gave birth

To a new way forward with a one way preparation

It gave us hope and transpired through vision and dedication

That that engine could

Keep chugging along down the tracks that interacts with memories that mold

This country together wish whatever came about its own history with a simple mission

To get forth to point A to B and even C down the wind of uncertain destination ahead

For some where different color rather painted all black or shared colors of any certain combination of red

For some say that history is but well drifted off or dead

But that vision still plays focus oldest operating railroad called the Strasburg that still moves and operates to this day

Gives a in time establishment of the memories that led the way

To a giving focus of history that still settles in the soul just right

Going down the tracks ether day or night

It still gives meaning through the horn that grips the one man locomotive light

To keep pushing down the tracked structure moving in any giving function to partake

Its beauty of a dream and focus to keep that spirit alive and just ride

The wind weather and function to be all at once glide

Motion that all begins with a station to gather its voyage and its demeanor

To be guided by the one and only conductor

To get to where they need to be down the miles that lead ahead the journey

That staple of moving forward will live on through eternity

Tracks and moving metal all held together but one to move and enlighten

The natural beauty of the ride forward to commence the view that heighten

All people that shared the same vision or sounds that transpired from back in the history of its time

Hearing the whistle blow just like in time it had its chime

And place to show its well brought out plan to keep moving and chugging along

Its the function and placement that gave way to us to belong

Somewhere down the tracks it reacts are own walks of life in anything that was ever brought are way

That locomotive was from the past life and still here to stay

In the hearts of many that lived that time that faced and gripped the nation

For its shining like shining time station

To keep chugging along our own story to keep a steady and narrow place

Some are stacked together and hold each other together case by case

For the steam leading the way borrowing down the tracks of will

To the wood and tracks that where made in a still

To place its face down the country side of any place laid out on the map

Its the signals lights crossings that led way with the conductors cap

To a place we all need to go and share are own story to be told

Through the magnified heat or shivering discomforting cold

It was to gather are dreams to be profound even if are outlook was untold

The only way I would ever be here writing this started with a train yard

To punch the ticket of a card

That would set forth a journey of my grandma that came from over the pound

From ship to railroad she took the necessary steps toward a dream to move on

From a country she knew and loved to a new walk of with new husband as she became the wife

She met my grandfather at a dance or a ball that changed her life

For 55 years they stayed together and had two children they called there own

One of them was my father that carried on

The tradition to stay flat footed with a mission to pass on the resilience my grandmother faced moving to another country all on her own

For her love for my grandfather had shown

Threw out the years they stayed together through that story she wept

Didn't have much food and did not even slept

They both meet again at the station where my grandfather picked her up from her downclock on what she faced on her way over here

For that love and commandment was brought together by writing through post cards that started with dear

John and Dear Josie

I loved that outlook on when they both shared there story

Of how through struggle they came together but from a boat and train

It will always be a memory engraved in my brain

Of a Voyage that keeps me nestled to any giving ride well spent

Of what was the 20th century movement of the trains transit

Sincerely Blake Robert

P.S. This is how you of many ways you're here today so give focus to who and what journey it laid out for your life and keep giving credit for all that gave there way to get you to where you are today! Dedicated to the men and women of the railway and my Grandpa John and Grandma Josie Harvath