Red Swiss train spirals the country-side.
Looking out of the big window I see nature passing by.
Milk and wool graze on vast open fields.
Snow braces clouds over the deep green valleys.
Wooden cottages with their smoking chimneys.
Bed of lilies form a ring around them.
A river runs along the fields, rails, bridges.
Long stretched piers to sit and fish.
I feel I'm living in a post card-
painted and framed on God's canvas.
The locomotive hisses past the alpine trees,
through dark tunnels at a gentle speed.
In the big glass I reflect of amaze and wonder.To this land of Swiss I surrender.