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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOCOMOTIVES, by MARY POLLARD TYNES
First Line: Like wounded giants whom time and age have stripped
Last Line: Man, too, grows young, touched by his maker's hand.
Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains
First Line: Like wounded giants whom time and age have stripped
Last Line: Man, too, grows young, touched by his maker's hand.
Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains
Like wounded giants whom time and age have stripped
Of splendid strength, these locomotives stand, --
Forgetting for a while how they have slipped
On winged feet across the steel-tracked land.
Here, waiting for man's cunning, sentinels;
And motionless they rest beneath skies gray
Or blue; their heartbeats still, their noisy bells
Silent through all the hours of night and day.
But soon, by love and labor, each iron toy
Will know the healing touch, regain their youth,
And men will honor them, -- and with great joy
Let them go forth. O simile of truth:
That life must age, but in some far-off land,
Man, too, grows young, touched by his Maker's hand.
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