The snow fell hard in the pass
The old tired 4-8-4 charged on
The snow became thick and deep
She charged on tho
The snow and wind blew shard threatening her every move.
She charged on tho
Soon the sound of nature
And the sound of a beast
Locked in battle could be heard
With a sound like thunder
The Battle stopped
And in the end
Not even man's beast
Was enough to win against
The crulity of nature.
