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C.N.R. 6213 (revised)
by john k zimmerman

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

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time was when my wheels were polished
by mile upon mile of steel rail;
when before my pilot lay the entire
Dominion, mare ad mare, sea to sea;
when with a fire in my belly and a head
of superheated steam at the throttle i
pounded the main, Halifax to Vancouver

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 maiden's heart.

But now, cold and lonesome, i lie in this park:
Cold. No steam, no smoke, no fire, now,
warmed only by the blessed, benevolent sun.
My track ends a foot beyond my couplers
lest the useless relic that I have become
get a run at it and break this prison...

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Reviewed by Fr. Kurt Messick 9/23/2003
Reviewed by Frank James 9/11/2003
I so remember all thr train travel I did as a child, thank you for the reminder but it is bittersweet. How I wish we had the old steam engines again and returned to travel the dignity of sitting incomfort as the world rolled by...
Reviewed by Trixie Love 9/11/2003
Great one John...

Trixie :)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 9/10/2003
Great write!
Reviewed by Patricia Gomes 9/10/2003
Applause, John!
Reviewed by na na (Reader) 9/10/2003
John, everything runs its course including you and I. Relaxe and enjoy the flow old boy. Bill Murray
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader) 9/10/2003
well done
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 9/10/2003
Old steam engine (Trains) has that something about them that makes your heart burn!!

Sad tribute to a real old master!!

Love Tinka
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