While I'm at it, here's one or two more of my favorites.
LIGHTNING SLINGER.....Charles D. Dulin
Back to the early peaceful days
On a Western streak of rust
I gaze through a wartime turmoil's haze
To my shack in the sage and dust.
And I sense a thrill as it all comes back.
And I'm there just as plain as day.
A youthful ham in a pock marked shack
far out on the right of way.
Here are the lanterns, the flimsies too.
Here is the pungent bay.
Here is the griping sidetracked crew.
Howling about the delay.
Here is the acrid smell of smoke.
Also the deep exhaust
Here is the old pot bellied oak.*
That roared at the first big frost.
Oh, give me the swish of
the coast bound train
And the flash of the coaches light.
Give me the clickof the Morse again
In a lonely desert night;
Give me a shack at a whistle stop,
The loops and the semaphore
And there you can witness the old time op
Englufed in the anciet lore.
*Oak ( a brand of depot stove)
Pete
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