And They’re Building It

While on a trip up past Makeni there was a moment when something caught both my eye and the eye of my companion, a set of tracks that had seemingly cut its way through the road. An ordinary sight back home but here it was something to behold. Curiosity took hold of us so a quick flick of the wrist and turn of the handlebars and we were of down some unknown dirt road. Some ways there was a feasible ramp up the large berm to our right. Up the hill we went until it plateaued to a gravel top where the tracks had snacked their way back to us again. From there we could see it, a large train with little men scurrying around it. The sound of power tools and hard labor rattled its way through the steel beam that lay on top concrete railroad ties. We walked some ways to reach them but when we did we could see the hard sweet and labor that was being but in to the laying of these tracks that before had seemed to slither its own way through this land. As we watched them pull, heave, weld, and grind these steal beams into the glorious promise they were to be, believe me once placed what we would call mere metallic rods become more that just a place for a train to sit. No, their work for more than just a train, it is for a better tomorrow. Those tracks represent what is happening all over this nation. From their cities al the way into that middle of nowhere my companion and I found ourselves. From shore to boarder they are rising, they are rising.