I Am Not The Freight Train Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

I am not the freight train
I am not the rail or the wheel
I am not the conductor or the caboose
I am not the the mail car
Neither the dining car nor the meal
I am not the rail or the spike
I am not the timbers or the pike
I am not the hammer or the strike
Neither the coal nor the fire
Neither the electricity nor the wire
I am hard and cold
I glow red and gold
and rust as I grow old
strong and bold
real
forged
beaten
blued
hardened
quenched
tempered
annealed
I Am Steel!
but I still feel

James T. Adair 1/19/2010