When my sibs and I were young,
We lived near the railroad tracks,
Always hearing the clickety-clacks
Of trains passing by and during days
We'd run down the street to watch
The flying by of a new Diesel powered engine,
Called The Streamliner with the steamless
Motor, watching, thrilled beyond reason
To be seeing how fast it went
With never a hint
Of slowing down as it
Rounded curves with no intent
To stop until the engineer desired.
We'd stand there with mouths agog.
Hoping, wishing to catch sight
Of someone waving to us in the light
From a passenger car.
Alas. we waved in vain.
Until we could hear no more
The long blast on its horn
As it blew for the crossing down the line.
Do you remember the days of the passenger
Train, passing through villages and towns,
When times were simpler all around?