Brakemen walked the icy tracks,
Courage was something that they did not lack.


The NYC was the line they worked,
Never a cold winter day did they shirk.


Ears frozen and red from the cold,
For safety their ears couldn't be covered, was what I was told.


Red lanterns glowed way into the night,
Walking the rails in all kinds of weather was a trainman's plight.


Their switch list in hand, they walk the frosty tracks;
The train whistle and chug of the engine was at their backs.


The box cars bang, as they are switched;
Make sure they are properly hitched.


Freight Train Blues echoes down the line;
Working in the coal dirt, oh Dad of mine.

 

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)

 

 


 

 

 

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As I Ate My Sandwich

I Can't Imagine

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Don't Wait

Such Is Life

Pearls Of Wisdom

Grandma's Trunk




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