All Aboard

Memories as sharp as diamonds, keen as knives, the smell of train smoke burns their nostrils still. Chilly mornings, misty, magic, gleaming rails so full of promise, lumbering Leviathans, wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland or the local seaside towns, vacationers anticipating. Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen for the storied 8:09, ready with their pens and journals. Now steam and smoke are gone along with locomotives' potent majesty, would-be engineers who once were young, with memories as keen and sharp as diamonds.