Soon, either the mound or the sound of the pelted track are left behind.
Coming from far, a car stops as the diesel leaves a riding behind,
and gently curves its form to the land of its mark.
As the tracks of days before leave trees and brush behind.
For track and pile as man and beast, laid the track.
Calmly the throttle stood its ground.
As town and lake so serene left the scene, as it did the moat same.
In the mind of the coach dwellers, gazed at the scene
of the scrape as he scraped a morsel of fish from his plate.
As the red coated waiters poured the grapefruit for the breakfast.
Soon the conductor collected his dues for the journey.
As black as the soot on the track left its mark of the gear box.
And the men behind the scene did what rail roaders do to make due.
While the pantry men filled menus as the same as they refilled the glass.
No sooner did the steward collect the labors worth.
While the perks of the land, were part of the memory of the trains.
The engineer heard the sound of the caboose man’s call to the brakeman.
As their part of their will and the power of the diesel, handled its horsepower.
And moved to the momentum of its force as drawn in silence through the air.
As clean and serene as an axe fell, a tree at a camp for lumber for the track.
As man labored away from home, and for the service at hand.
As a hand directed the baggage to the rider of the steel.
Where his love of the life left a mark for his dollar.
As he knew more from his mother and father alike.
Then from school, or from the back lane, where he learned;
how to smile, and make a friend, as he did a friend make a foe.
Curse; they often did, but never to the gent or the lady.
Special these rail roaders were, as they moved the buff aside.
For their approach to the diner, more so then the dinette.
A call to Thunder Bay, they made after dinner, as the dimmer light of day.
Reminded the day coach that the time of slumber was theirs at that time.
A call for Armstrong, at the time, the next day soon arrived.
On the next arrived time of day.
As Berry along the shadows of the morning, and the mist of its beauty.
Cast no light astray, as the transcontinental announced his presence.
Near Lake Ontario Bay.
As slowly as the trajectory staid for maintenance, on its day prior;
to the other return journeys trajectory.
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