The train that left the station
headed into the setting sun,

On tracks that gleamed and glistened
sagging gently ‘neath wheels run,

Past mountains ‘bove the prairie
‘low stars just flickered and bright,

As Paiutes chanted and danced and mourned
by the sounds of a train in the night,

Soon a wolf in the distance howled
and coyotes joined their kin,

And all Paiutes in chorus lent a deep wail
as the whistling train moved in,

And Paiutes mourned beneath the moon
as the whistling train came in.

by John Patrick Seekamp c 2021