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Travelin' Memory's Lane

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John Yaws
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0 posted 02-08-2000 11:28 PM       View Profile for John Yaws   Email John Yaws   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit John Yaws's Home Page   View IP for John Yaws

Somewhere on the right-of-way,
There flickers one small flame.
A hobo hunkers near the blaze...
A man without a name.

Bearded, dirty; ragged clothes-
A face that’s drawn with strain..
Fourteen hundred miles from home
Just waiting for his train.

The wind is cold, and from the North
So damp, it feels like rain-
He has a chill, a wracking cough-
His eyes are dull with pain.

Sixty-two last March the first-
Too old to stand the strain...
Thinks, “If I make it home this time-
I’ll never leave again”.

Forty years of wandering-
Just memory remains.....
Of Bob, and Jack, and Joe, and Bill
And waiting for the trains.

Bob died in Milwaukee-
From a watchman’s blow-
And Jack? he fell beneath the wheels
The cold had made him slow.

Somebody told him Joe had froze-
Up in the Boston yards.
Time and tragedy it seems
Had taken all his pards.

Bill died of pneumonia-
Up on the Chesapeake-
He coughed and cried, and called his Ma
For mighty near a week..

He wants to see Magnolia trees-
Down on the Ponchatrain-
Another ‘bo out on the road-
He’s travelin’ Memory’s Lane.



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Paul Hoekman
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GUNSLINGER!!!!
In a way we are all HoBo's on a train.
I couldn't help but read this with a
drawl/accent far different from mine.
It brought out the adventurous one in me.
For a while I lived in Evanston Wyo. and
many times watched the train jumpers.
Until I joined them.
bobbycat
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since 02-06-2000
Posts 235
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2 posted 02-08-2000 11:47 PM       View Profile for bobbycat   Email bobbycat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bobbycat

Wow...very descriptive...great job!  

Bobbycat =^..^=
Echo Rhayne
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since 09-17-99
Posts 1538
Canyon Country, CA


3 posted 02-09-2000 04:11 PM       View Profile for Echo Rhayne   Email Echo Rhayne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Echo Rhayne

I love it G.S

 Did Jesus laugh?
I think He did,
'cause He was once
a little kid;
and all of us
were made with joy
both sugar-spice girl
and snake-snail boy!
 
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