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...inspired by 'The Railway Children' by Seamus Heaney Memories as sharp as diamonds, keen as knives, the smell of train smoke burns my nostrils still. Chilly mornings, misty, magic, gleaming rails so full of promise, lumbering Leviathans, wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland or the local seaside towns, holidayers revelling. Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen for the storied 8:09, ready with our pens and journals. Now steam and smoke are long forgotten, flashing wheels and majesty, except for old men who were young with memories as sharp as diamonds.

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Date: 5/28/2012 1:19:00 PM
there's nothing to compare with a train ride Keith; I've had a few and loved the experience. This brings it all back!
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Date: 10/8/2009 3:10:00 AM
Keith this is a marvelous write,you took the reader there within the imagery and smooth flowing tones of the read. Memories such as these should never be forgotten, I thank you for sharing. :-) God Bless, Always, Adell
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Date: 10/7/2009 11:48:00 PM
This is a gem, Keith. My, you've been BUSY! Can't wait to read the rest, but my eyes won't stay open, so the rest must wait until tomorrow. 'Night! DG
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