Rare mid-winter sun-drenched warmth swirls
Within my afternoon, a moving song
Propelled along with achy, old knees
And a smiling spirit, freed at the last
From the confines of a torturous cold
The passageway, long sojourned by many
Re-gifted fortitude that takes me far
Not unlike turn of century citizens
Westward bound half –encased in past
Rural-ity and a delightful newness
Rumbling the length of rails, while young cardinals
Peak out from slim branches dappled in buds
Conveyances that tunnel under highways
Unsealing tiny streams of yesterday
March 9,2009
Cumberland Gap Tunnel
Debora Short
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-rails-2/
