Twas 1933, and she
Was wide-eyed with elation
The day her father took her
Down to visit Seaboard Station
They went to fetch a parcel, he
Had ordered for her birthday
And all her senses teemed
In the commotion of the workday
The smell of wood, the colors
Of the banners in the rafters;
These lingered in her memory
Through many long thereafters
The working people gradually
Moved on, through relocation;
Until a silence fell upon
Abandoned Seaboard Station
She stood there in her nineties
With her grandson by her side;
Who looked at her with wondering
To see her misty-eyed
For she knows that no poetry,
No possible narration,
Could tell the tales of all the lives
That passed through Seaboard Station
Thank you.
Nice! Very poignant. 🙂
Thank you.
That was outstandingly done.
Thank you. I was kind of using today to rework old pieces, and I revised this one pretty heavily.
It turned out great.
Nice building