I've written about the steep driveway at the front of our house, but what about the oddity of our backyard. We have no fence between us and the railroad track that is literally a rock's throw from our backdoor!
The Railroad Track
A train runs through our backyard,
No really, a train does run through our backyard,
About a hundred feet from our deck to the track,
The train travels to Durham and then it comes back,
Every day and sometimes Sundays, it is on the go,
A small freight train of boxcars that moves fairly slow,
Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining,
The train is quite quaint and entertaining,
Rumble, rumble as it draws near,
Then the whistle blows as it appears,
The noise is heard every day,
The children are fascinated and stop their play,
To watch the engine roll by first,
Then boxcar after boxcar, it shakes the earth,
Causing our pictures to tilt and our foundation to settle,
There is a creaking sound of metal on metal,
Then the caboose rolls by with a red flag on the back,
This is the story of the railroad track,
In our backyard, in case you forgot,
It really is true. I kid you not.
Tammy Harvey
Written: December 31,
2016 (“caboose” day of the year)
Choo Choo!
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