Riding
Quietly he sleeps at my side
In the jarring respite of
Our journey by rail.
I think back to the days
When travels took more time –
Time afoot
Or time harnessing the horse
For the carriage
For the carriage
(If one had a horse and carriage).
Now we ride on steam and promise,
Hoping to find a better way
To put food on the table
And more secure shelter
For our living.
We travel farther and faster
With steam and iron
Than my own parents could have imagined.
Today
The boy rests easily
The boy rests easily
While the train moves forward.
Tomorrow
He finds work in the city.
He finds work in the city.
~
CK
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Image: The Third-Class Carriage at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
Artist: HonorĂ© Daumier (French, 1808–1879)
Date: ca. 1862–64
Medium: Oil on canvas
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