Pagosa Springs Artists

Trains  of  Yore

Smokestack blasts and churning wheels
Spitting steam with screechy squeals
Followed by a roaring  beast--
Rushing train was heading east.

`Engineer would give a wave
When he saw the salute we gave;
Sometimes Brakeman tossed us gum
Or wrapped hard candy, on  his  run.

Diesels up front--three or more--
Pulled a long train, that’s for sure;
Now and then, for football games,
 ‘Were treated to some passenger trains.

Feeling a rumble through the floor,
Hearing the rattle of our front door,
Or blare of whistles--  always four,
Recalls the passing trains of  yore.

 

                                first published in Small Brushes (Adept Press)

 

© 2001 Bonnie Manion

 
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