On a lazy summer afternoon
All of us boys were lying in the shade
Talking about all kinds of things
In a world we never made.
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Hi. its Angel here. No belching black smoke these days but still, the power and awe a Train holds as it hurtles by is something which will never change or the emotions it inspires in all. I could feel the hot air and hear the thundering roar of the beast you captured in your words, George.
You capture effectively man's awe in the face of the power of a passing train. I live near a track and have never lost that. In my mind, I can still see my now grown children run to the upstairs window at the distant whistle. I enjoy my grandchildren running to watch now.Thanks.
Love them old trains, and especially wonderful old tales of them, such as this one. Very enjoyable.