Going West

I traveled West and wondered,

a time before, when it would thunder.

 Who laid the rails?, who planted Telephone poles?

where would they sleep?

On cliff sides near a new laid rail,

or in a canyon by the trail.

We take for granted those who strived

to build a land that came alive.

 Now we travel day by day,

moment by moment, without delay.

The time it comes and goes so fast,

everyone would wish it last.

So take a moment every day,

to thank God when you pray.

To remember those who came before,

and opened up our door.

We are here, the door is open,

the rails are set, the world in motion.

The current pulses through the air,

Is anyone there?

Does anyone care?

Be the difference.

                                    D. Carlson

- Copyright 1998 -