Vast Lands Poem by Amanda Elizabeth Sanchez
Vast Lands
Calling out when the train heads way
Sharp whistle attention to your destination
Keep a direct gaze out past the maize route
Peddling faster yet, feeling a trace of tension
Louder more, our eyes meet, strong willed at feat
Pulling the caboose at tail, don't let go, don't bail
Across the country through vast lands, forever last
When I call your name, attention, blood is to my veins
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