The poet sees different sceneries while travelling by train. He sees bridges, houses, ditches and hedges. Meadows, where horses and cattle are gazing, hills, plains and painted buildings of railway stations can be seen. The poet also sees a child climbing up a steep ground collecting blackberries, a homeless man standing and watching as the train passes by, village women making garland out of daisies, a cart moving laboriously on the highway with the weight of the load and a man on it. He also sees a mill and rivers. They all pass by very quickly, disappearing as fast as they appeared.
Nobody will ever be able to compare to my mum. She is my idol because she is the most kind, compassionate, and honest person I know. I picture a hero as someone who is courageous, strong, industrious, trustworthy, and selfless. My mother possesses all of these attributes, as well as the ability to protect you and improve your life.