I recall, as a child many years long ago
a tired hiker relived this ole tale of a stream.
Hot and weak he watched the ripples o’er rocks swift flow,
and viewed nature’s beauty dance span the extreme.
A strange noise engulfed the adrift aged man
then he dove in and swam to rescue him.
He pulled the ole man ‘cross the rivers proud span
with his strength on the wane as his hope decreases slim.
All day long, he released and revived more men.
Every time more slow, but again fast he swam.
Sad shrill lifeless cries pierced his ears and he then
saved the men from the flow as the stream crest the dam.
A strange man appears and up the river he strolls
while the tramp with his hands made a bugle called, HELP!
Please, help save and free these, his loud scold.
But, the stranger pursued his fast walk, his goal kept.
The stressed hobo leapt to impound the fair guy,
as he stood face to face said in anxious voice.
You walked past helpless men who expire, tell me why?
Help save all these people; decide it is your choice.
Then the stranger stopped waved get back, looked at all,
as he said, will you please, step back, get away?
We must build strong rails to stop men from the fall.
Now, let’s get it done before even today.
T. Leona Phillips © 8-2006