"WITH EVERY PASSING TRAIN"
They come from years of toiling
in nights of cold and rain;
through days when heat was boiling;
in times with aches and pain;
from the restless winds of winter
when the countless snow storms blow...
to those gorgeous days that entered...
yield memories that I stow.
But many tales are spinning,
I'll only cite a few;
too many things beginning,
and ending... to review.
When, in '55 it started,
I found the C&O,
and 'til the time I parted
my life was changed I know.
For I loved those years of treading
up the paths beside the track,
coupling air hoses, getting,
and relaying those signals back.
In balmy days of weather,
or snow drifts white and deep,
we made up trains together
for schedules they must keep.
Ah, the sound of engines roaring,
of rambling, rolling steel,
seeing clouds of coal dust soaring..
as we drove cars to the hill!
Where, on the ladders climbing,
and with the grab-irons, hold,
brings back the thoughts reminding
of days gone by of old.
Yet, I hear those hands brakes winding,
and air brakes that were spilled;
that once great massive grinding,
is now so deathly stilled.
Now this railroad yard has feathered
to crews of only three,
where thirty crews once gathered,
now lost eternally!
How could that work explosion
with much tremendous worth,
decline with mass erosion
so quickly from this earth?
This question that I'm posing,
"It's progress!" experts claim,
but by bits our railroads' closing
with every passing train.
But in my heart forever,
when I look upon the past,
I know my once endeavor
will in my bosom last.
This rumbling tune I'm hearing,
a song with it's refrain,
sweet music so endearing
with every passing train!
By William E. Hardison
Retired C&O Railroad, 1987 (c)
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