Pullman Poems - Poems about Pullman

...I used to ride the train from school to home and back, every other weekend, in an old Pullman car built in the nineteen-thirties. It smelled like my grandma’s house— a little musty, like time ......

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...As I sit wandering about the south side of Chicago captured effortlessly by the tall dandelions watching the lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails we often lit them just before the sun se......

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...Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul. I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep, deep woods. Slanting my eyes ......

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...Lincoln Special Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the t......

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...The railroad played a major role in the growth of our nation It was an elite form of travel beginning at the station The month was September, the year 1825 A date to remember when the railways ......

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...Sonny hid behind the melons In a busy Asian marketplace, Near the plantains and the mangos Where the shadows could obscure his face. He inhaled the air around him And enjoyed the fragrant s......

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...There are only two movies I watch more than once a year. While You Were Sleeping with Sandra Bullock is one of them. Sure, I love her. But I love Bill Pullman too and Peter Boyle. You know how som......

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...Flying Jib son of Curry Comb The care of the comb son of Garden Gnome Garden Gnome son of Pillow Case The case of the headrest o’ Second Base Second Base son of Baby Chick The chick who’s a ......

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...Rode here a man of some repute, Banker and empire builder bold, Who’d even tried to corner gold, To lay him out a railroad route. He addressed our town; here I quote: “The westward way lies th......

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...I really have outdone myself this time! My ‘God Machine’ is finally in place! I’ll never have to fret about a rhyme, Or stop for a red light that changed from green As if it sought to put me in ......

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...We hear the engine whistle The hissing of the steam The hairs on our necks begin to bristle As we meet the arrival of a dream We didn't think we had a chance of winning Entering just for fun I g......

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...We hear the engine whistle The hissing of the steam The hairs on our necks begin to bristle As we meet the arrival of a dream We didn't think we had a chance of winning Entering just for fun I g......

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...Freight train is moving out; a big black Mally s’ pulling lead The Mally’s fire s’ getting hot; she s’ belching smoke an’ blowing steam Her big drivers ah’ drumming out a rolling rhythmic beat Whistl......

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...The Union Pacific steamer billowed clouds of smoke as down the rails it raced! Young soldiers aboard the crowded train contemplated the dire fates they faced. Melancholy thoughts of hearth and home t......

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...Hello friends! This is my first bilingual book.HAMMER @ ANVIL BOOKS released my book of poems as e-book on AMAZON Kindle: http: //www.amazon.com/A-Feather-of-Fujiyama- ebook/dp/B 00E5XY5PO/ref=sr_1_......

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