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Passing Through

Passing Through What has become of what once was? If on track they pass Then why, how come? Those who lay the rails Must wonder what is the case Is one loaded going too fast What do they carry What do they hold Running out of control Going to and coming from. From here to there Only a journey’s end. How much can each provide Before resting, being set aside. As part of the past History to come Holding the story Of what was done.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/16/2009 1:48:00 PM
Quite a tribute to the railroads and those who have ridden on the tracks of time. Love the image of America's "Native Sons" (railroads according to Arlo Guthrie) and the historic treasures they hold. Excellent write, Rick! Best Wishes, Carolyn
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