|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was wonderful, brought back some memories, love trains so much,
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|Very special John. Your poem put life and light back in this relic. GEM|
|Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
|Oh I really love this one John.. I had written one quit awhile ago about the caboose.. (smile) miss those too...
I can remember as a kid sitting at a train crossing, counting the train cars as they pass... and then singing the little red caboose song ;) Ahh I must be old..
Anywho.. Back to reality again.. Thanks for the memories..
|Reviewed by Erica Ivory
|time was when in smoke and thunder
I raced across the wide, rolling prairies
hauling fancy varnish or fast freight;
when people told time by my passing;
when the long lonesome sound of my voice
inspired school boys or broke a maidens heart.
But now cold and lonesome i lie in this park.
Cold. No steam, nor smoke, nor fire, now,
warmed only by the blessed, benevolent sun--
my track ends a foot beyond my couplers
lest the useless relic that Iíve become
get a run at it and break this prison...
And now it can be a place for boys and girls to pretend.. it still goes on... just a dif path.
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Well written, great description.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Good feel for what use to be :-)|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|A chooc-chooc of a write......really nice John!!
|Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan
|Lovely write.. can actually picture it....
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Love those old trains. I ride them every chance I get. Bravo. Made me sad though. [smiles] There...I'm over it.|