What's the railroad to me?
What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.
Credit
This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on July 20, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive. This poem is in the public domain.
Author
Henry David Thoreau
Although he thought of himself as a poet, Henry David Thoreau's most defining work was his book, Walden.
Date Published
01/01/1854