Cumberland

Cumberland
Where the railroads meet
And the Appalachians touch the sky
Give me a moment
To pause in Cumberland
And I am forever happy

From a Train at Christmas

From the window of a train
Christmas lights shining
Their warm glow
Across the village square
The station decked in holly
Passengers with presents
Greeted by open arms
A train at Christmas
Brings cheer across the land
Brings distant relatives near
A Train at Christmas
Brings one another together
From a train at Christmas
I cannot wait to be home

Amtrak America

While Riding the Southwest Chief after Amtrak Train Days, the beauty of the journey led me to write the following poem, "Amtrak America."

Amtrak roll, roll into the night
Roll into the morning, roll into the night
Forever I roll, across America
The steel rail glistens, along the way
Roll into the night, roll into the day
Amtrak roll across a land so big
Across the mountains, and across the plains
Across the rivers, wide and mighty
Past picked fences, past city lights
Sunrise in valleys, see all of the sights
See all of America, rolling down the track
From your Amtrak window, as you sail clickity-clack
The engineer waves, the crossing gate dings
Across our land, Amtrak sings
Breakfast hits griddle, passengers arise
As Amtrak whistles onward
Here I am, here we are
Amtrak America