Earlier there were the roads
The wheels rolled with us
Clippety-clop, clippety- clop
We trotted along.
Then we started jogging heavily
Later we ran.
It was fun, excitement and adventure.
Suddenly the roads are no more.
The tar melted off the stones
The scattered stones swear vengeance.
Then there is the shock of a gleaming rail
And a whistle of an electric train.
We trot along the naked stones
Run, faster still, gasp
The train runs past us
Knees tremble, we stop, stare, freeze.
The electric train runs past us.