Flames welcome them into their warm embrace.
The engine breathes in: shutters, shakes.
This engine steams, now ready to roll.
Smoke plumes drift.
Skies beckon them to their lofty homes.
The engine is still rusty and old. But
This engine is capable: full of power, not pain.
Everything is there.
Surroundings remain; yet they accept new diversity among them.
This engine is not trapped in a body of steel. It's no longer
The engine that struggled up the mountain.
Trees watch silently.
Sun & stars give it their strength & perspective.
This engine sees the beauty in what had become its hard labor.
The little engine that could is now the one that can.
Tschüss!
Marta Frieda Hart
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