Silver rails



SILVER RAILS

I hang my lantern on a hook.
My bedroll, I lay by.
Never again in my caboose,
With boxcars on the FLY!

Never again a 'hotbox' will I switch-out,
Nor a crewman leave behind.

It's OVER!,  Five and Fifty,
Since on as a  Lad I signed;

To ride those SILVER RAILS,
Thru dark and gloomy night,
O'er rough beds and smooth beds,
With hamlets left and right.

In daylight, in black-night.
Thru ice and sleet and snow.
O'er flat-lands and hill lands,
Thru cities all aglow.

I'll miss all my cronies
As I go along life's busy way.
I'll think about them often,
and the scrapes We've all been thru.

I hope they think of ME
and hope they miss Me too.

So I sit now in a lazy chair,
            to ponder and to dream,

About those . . . . .  SILVER RAILS,
     And the Golden Age of Steam:

                                           By; Hayward Christian Beach
                                            Pseudonym for;
                                            Francis M. Faber Jr.
                                            All rights Reserved:(1969)

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Submitted on October 28, 2015

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme XAXA XB CB DEXE EFXF XXXG CG XH DH XXGX
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,023
Words 161
Stanzas 10
Stanza Lengths 4, 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 2, 2, 2, 4

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