Sunday, July 4, 2010
Child Of The Rails
It really wasn't very long ago. I'm not very old. I would tell you, but I don't really know how old I'd be in Rat years. That was funny. Get it? It was funny, wasn't it? ...No, I didn't think so either. Anyway, they don't use trains as much anymore around here. I remember watching them rip up the tracks at several places. A shame.
But here are some genuine railroad tracks, just waiting for somebody to come along and take their picture. Why, I'll bet there's a train that even goes by this spot every once in awhile. Everything looks like it has been used often, and it's in good shape.
Trains are pretty loud, but I think their sound is comforting in a strange way. I always heard trains when I was a kid. I would go to sleep with all of those sounds in the not too far distance. A train was like a lullaby to me. Now they're almost all gone. I haven't heard that sweet sound in so long. It seems like a lifetime ago, and a memory away.