585, I like to see it lap the Miles - Version 2


Written Text

I like to see it lap the Miles —

And lick the Valleys up —

And stop to feed itself at Tanks —

And then — prodigious step

Around a Pile of Mountains —

And supercilious peer

In Shanties — by the sides of Roads —

And then a Quarry pare

To fit it's sides

And crawl between

Complaining all the while

In horrid — hooting stanza —

Then chase itself down Hill —

And neigh like Boanerges —

Then — prompter than a Star

Stop — docile and omnipotent

At it's own stable door —