Right of Way

"On a Railroad Right of Way" by Carl Sandburg

Stream, go hide yourself.

In the tall grass, in the cat-tails,
In the browns of autumn, the last purple
asters, the yellow whispers.

On the moss rock levels leave the marks
of your wave-lengths.

Sing in your gravel, in your clean gully. 

Let the moaning railroad trains go by.

Till they stop you, go on with your song.

The minnies spin in the water gravel,
In the spears of the early autumn sun. 

There must be winter fish. 

Babies, you will be jumping fish

In the first snow month.

I titled this project "Right of Way" because of the history of governments seizing private land to make room for the railroads.  In America, a lot of private and public land was taken under the Right of Way laws to build the railroads, and much of the natural environment was permanently affected.  What I enjoyed about this project was seeing how over time even nature will reclaim this land that was once taken.