The dawn breaks faint above the tracks,
And birds begin to sing;
I sit beside a warming cup,
While morning stirs to wing.

So many trains roll eastward bound,
With workers packed inside;
The city calls them every day,
As it has long supplied.

I wait beside the junction here,
My coffee clasped in paw;
And watch the endless coming, going,
According to life's law.

The lads across the shining rails
Stride out to earn their pay;
Their workie trousers fit so well,
In brightening light of day.

Strong shoulders fill their working clothes,
Their muscles plainly show;
While in my sleeveless coat I sit,
With westward miles to go.

Another clinic waits for me
Beyond the fields and trees;
Yet golden sunlight floods the tracks
And stirs the morning breeze.

The east may draw the hurried crowds,
Their busy paths begun;
I take the westward train in peace,
One traveller among.