Centuries Collide...

The breeze in my face
and the wind to my back
listening to the wheels
of the nearby train go clickety-clack
as road follows rail
or was it the other way 'round?...

Did the great Iron Horse make its way first,
before the wagons and buggys?
Not before the frontiersmen with their undying thirst
for elbow room, to hear Dan'l tell
if you sit by the campfire and listen to the stories
you've learned so well, the peril and the glory
the stallworth soul and shattered pride
but, hold a moment friend, let me step aside...
somehow it all just hit me, like a sudden landslide...
How comes all this from one bike ride?...
                        05-04-10