Yancey Railroad
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I was young – no more than twenty
Just a child in the minds of most nations
Even back then, I believe I had plenty
There was hope and grace in my foundations
Even at that age, I knew I was being given
A moment in history, a memorable time
My young husband was definitely driven
And he, too, was healthy – in his prime
We were given the opportunity to deliver
All the cars left of the Yancey Railroad
To a working railroad positioned downriver
Where they could be used and not corrode
This was the final trip of the Yancey railroad
And I didn’t have a doubt history we’d be making
There was a gentle feel as the engine pushed the load
Leaving my thoughts on the verge of heartbreaking
It was a bittersweet day in the history of those cars
As they traveled toward Clenchfield and their ending
This was a time to add to our journals – our memoirs
Even if the loss of this old railroad was so heartrending
One last journey along the iron rails
Would lead to the final trip of this train
Where they would reach a place of tales
Told to those who would ride without constrain
Poignant and nostalgic, reflections of the South
Colored in hues of warm memories and grace
Brought to life by those who used word of mouth
To agree that the Yancey Railroad we did displace
Yancey Railroad
Railroads, A Historical Glance Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
October 13, 2021
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2021
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