Hornby's Corner
Hornby's Corner,
I overheard
as our train whizzed past
the clanging railway crossing
to the commuter station ahead.
Used to be a station,
with the best ice cream
in the world.
In the summer, we would come
after church on Sunday.
We had contests
to see whose cone
lasted longest
as we watched
the trains rumble by
and waved to the engineer
and the brakeman
in the caboose.
Dad sold the farm
years ago,
they live in
a condo nearby.
Last summer,
we took the kids
to the Corner
but the ice cream
wasn't very good.
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