The “Black Diamond”

The sound of its whistle,
Loud and clear,
Would wake me up
As the train drew near.

I’d rush to the window
Every night,
To watch its beam
Of approaching light.

Its thundering engine,
Roaring by,
Would shake our house
And the ones nearby.

The flashing of lights from
Dining cars,
Would fade away
Like the shooting stars.

The click of its wheels on
Rails of steel,
I swear today —
I can almost feel.

Harry Bartron

 

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