Updated to include a shorter version.
Clickety clack, there’s a train on the track. I was born in, and grew up
around Amery, Wisconsin. There was a train that would come through
town and a small depot across from the hotel where the train would stop to pick up passengers. The train doesn’t come through that often any longer, the hotel has been repurposed and the depot is gone.
The border on this extremely wide shawl reminds me of those train tracks, and wraps me like home.