Stephens would be proud. Very appropriate photos and your, typical, sensitive reading.
For me, it was the smell through the dining room window on hot Texas nights, an occasional breeze stirred the curtains, and the doppleing of the train whistle. There was no highway noise; then the trains, Sometimes they awakened me, but I learned to enjoy the smell, sounds and the regularity of the wheels on the tracks. The best nights of a toddler's life.
Very nice. In a sad sort of way.
LostOzarkRambler 1 year ago
@LostOzarkRambler I hope I did Mr. Stephens poetry justice. I had a pretty strong reaction when first reading it.
Amiduffer 1 year ago
wow. that was amazing! loved the pics too. Faved+thumbs up (should still be five stars, but whatever)
salemcripple 1 year ago
@salemcripple Thanks for the complement.
Amiduffer 1 year ago
Great job Drew.
Abandoned rails = Abandoned economy.
GP9railfan 1 year ago
@GP9railfan Sadly true. Regressive economics.
Amiduffer 1 year ago
I love this poem, Drew.
Frank
ockteby 2 years ago
Thank you!
Amiduffer 2 years ago
Stephens would be proud. Very appropriate photos and your, typical, sensitive reading.
For me, it was the smell through the dining room window on hot Texas nights, an occasional breeze stirred the curtains, and the doppleing of the train whistle. There was no highway noise; then the trains, Sometimes they awakened me, but I learned to enjoy the smell, sounds and the regularity of the wheels on the tracks. The best nights of a toddler's life.
GwenAYF 2 years ago
Thanks Gwen. Your comment was almost poetic itself.
Amiduffer 2 years ago