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Railroad, railroad...
talk to me
made of steel
and laid on trees.
Come on railroad
talk to me.
Tell me stories.
Tell me tales,
of those great
and mighty rails.
Walked your tracks
for many a mile.
Used your ditches
to sleep in style.
Come on railroad
stay a while.
Home to hobo.
Sights to see.
Come on railroad
carry me.
On and on
right through the plains.
Just prairie grass
and cattle graze.
Come on railroad
walk with me.
Seems my strifes
are gonna bury me.
Give me blue sky
and an open freight.
Come on railroad
keep me straight.
I'm walkin' long.
I'm walkin' lone.
Come on railroad
take me home.
Railroad, railroad...
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Author Notes
Don't look for a progression of a story, beginning to end. This is a snapshot. A feeling. A solitary walking...of the rails. Grew up in the midwest. Walked the tracks from boredom. Walked the tracks to pick wild asparagus for supper. Nothing like it. Silence. Wind. Contemplation. This poem should just whisper as the wind carries it. Thank you.
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