Rolling Through Nebraska

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Rolling through Nebraska
By Arley Steinhour 111815

From Nebraska, through to California.
The Ride is a Wondrous experience.
Aircraft took away the Beauty of Travel,
Been there, Done that. Sand, to Gravel.

My Fathers/Father, a Rail Road Man,
Kept the trains, rolling, the Track,
"Car Toad," of Wheels, Wrecker-Foreman,
He made sure the Trains came back.

I look at the Prairie, and see hidden life,
Beneath a clod, life, hunted, and Strife,
I think of atrocities, committed by man,
Knowing this Isn't, a part of God's Plan.

Straight as an arrow, the Track to the end,
That stops at Pacific, you can depend,
The only 'Other,' would be Overflight,
High, in the air, where day meets night.

The Prairie don't flash Magnificence of trees,
It does cause Pioneer, to fall upon Knees,
To Thank God, on High, for all He Bestows,
On the Land, where, Anything Grows.

What I see is a look of Yearning,
Solemn, thought of what aught to be.
Youthful wonder, of what lies ahead
'Do I suffer, or am I to be Free.

Free to fly, amongst the clouds,
Like Eagle, soaring in the sky,
With searching Love, crying out loud,
Will I have Rewards, When I die?

AMEN