Liz John Poet Other

Train Station

I see the old train station where it used to come and where it would depart. 
There memories untold 
Though you cannot see anyone, you know that there are those still there at heart.
Wood is now of mold,
Is an old jail just across, feeling eyes watching you making you want to dart.
The memories seem cold 
Of this sad place, where two trains came violently apart. 
The stories can't be told
Of what the individuals went through that sad bleak day of old
That the ghosts there still hold

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Bj Legros Kelley November 17, 2021 at 8:22 PM Liz, congratulations on your placement in the 'Railroads, A Historical Glance Back' poetry contest. This is a stirring look at ones feelings of an old abandoned depot. Your poem evokes a sad, spooky feel, and I can almost smell a musty odor as I read your poem. The tragic loss of lives is absolutely harrowing. Those who perished deserve to be honored and remembered. Thank you so very much for doing just that in your contribution to our contest! ~BJ