I walked the rails out of my town this day and saw many things.
Train tracks are different marking a way that is often rank.
Weeds are here seen to conceal trash and rubbish a wild wind brings.
Building has bare back to rails with its loading dock being blank,
old sad car stored in yard having house owned and kept by a crank.
Street fronts are different, laid out for automobiles and such.
See there's an empty glass bottle unbroken some person drank.
Rail's path is lonesome trek; I doubt if I love it very much.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017