The Builders Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Past umpteen hamlets and coasts,
My train chases a flying cat!
Past the hills and depthless vales,
Her wheels catch the racing clouds.

She flies past a bickering world,
Precipitous scenes disappear in winking speed.
Deep flowing streams meet and greet,
Bridges rattle under my very feet.

Before those unknown men I bow
Who hath lent their heart and core
To lay these endless, solid tracks,
Linking these dales and distant lands.

Rain or shine, day or night,
They conquered the ravaging seasons.
Cliffs and ravines, woods and alleys,
They conquered all these immeasurable peaks.

To places and Nature, I am linked,
To these builders, I am indebted.
And in this whispering beauty, I listen-
'Tarry, my friend, these dales are ever green'.