Saturday, April 28, 2012


thinking of steam engies,those giants of the tracks;huge and covered in soot.
"time runs like a freight train"...a line from a song,a long time of track extending thru mountains, over bridges and thru cities in the dead of night.

1 comment:

  1. I was born in a little town
    near the railroad tracks
    In one direction was a big city
    Folks who went there always came back
    In the other direction
    the rails ran straight to the west
    Wherever they went to
    we had to read in a book or we guessed