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Most days they never stopped, but we always felt the vibration                    On the GROUND. I was never bothered by the noise from their engines         
Nor their horn SOUND. But every winter, a train would switch tracts and            Stop in our little TOWN. They stopped to unload coal to keep us warm         Through the WINTERS. I tell you, that coal was a God send          
Designed to burn in our HEATERS.

For us kids, I must SAY, those trains were not all work and no PLAY.
Several decades ago, there was a football field of SPACE
Separating that trainline from my birth PLACE.
We spent hours and hours walking its TRACKS.

Along its embankment was a blackberry PATCH.
We played, worked, ate, and slept at the sound of TRAINS.
Between the switching tracks, we played our ball GAMES.
We played balancing games on the railroad tracks for FUN.
We kept watch for the trains, and when they blew, we would RUN.

It's funny how sometimes life seems determined to give us that        
Childhood FEEL. Time has no seal, and it's amazing what the passage            Of trains and time REVEAL. It occurred to me several days ago that              The space of a football FIELD currently separates our home from                  
The tracks of a very busy train LINE. Most things in life CHANGE.                      A few REMAIN the SAME with the passage of TIME.

101021PSCtest, Railroads, A Historical Glance, BJ Legros Kelly.3P

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