I hear you coming, the distant roar and rumble of the diesel train.
How the rails sing their eerie song,cast steel wheels on the steel rail, like the ring of a tuning fork.
You trundle along to the end of the line, to collect your cargo of the dirtiest of waste.
There s no need to hide behind the bushes, I've seen the cask wagon made of super thick steel.
To carry that nuclear waste to a safe place, so many miles away.
4 comments:
How awful the things mankind comes up like nuclear power and its resulting wastage.
Here trains are almost a thing of the past...at least the passenger ones are.
you surprise me.
as train travel is greener as most train are electric here, more people
use them now.
Great shot...love the bushes and just the hint of the train. I love trains. Ride the Amtrak and also the Metro in LA.
thanks wanda
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