Green Light
Green light.
"Clear."
GO.
Into the fading day,
Into the falling night.
Against the sky,
yellow and red.
Go west,
westbound.
Into the sunset,
like the hero
in a Western movie.
Follow.
Fade.
GO.
Quicksilver
Rain
(and snow)
And the Land of Mist and Fog
Of towering peaks
and mysterious hollows
Of rushing rivers
and silent trees.
Viewed from on high
-- a grand view --
a bead of Quicksilver
hurries on its way.
Modern
and sleek
Fast
and fleet.
Out of place
here,
amongst the mountains,
ancient and forever.
Quicksilver
in the Land of Mist and Fog.
The Day is Done
The day is done,
and comes now
The dying of the light
and the birth of the night.
Ragged sky,
and cold.
Small town
and the day is done.
Heading home,
Local,
hassled.
Odd man out,
the dodger of double stacks.
Heading home,
with the catch
of the day.
Tomorrow
the day is new
and comes
The dying of the night
and the birth of the light.
Heading out,
with work to be done.
Cycle,
unending.
But for now,
The day is done.
Eric Miller – Poetry and Photographs Copyright 2018
Very nice Eric.
Thank you, Fred!
Eric, the poetry captures the spirit of railroading perfectly. I especially liked Day is Done, with the description of the local being odd man out and being kept out of the way of the double stacks. And as you write, it really is a cycle, with many things always the same, but just enough different to keep things interesting.
Thank you so much, Robert. I really appreciate that.
Lovely words and photos!
Thank you, Jeff!
Eric, very nice work sir. glad to see you back banging the keyboard again!
Thank you, Kevin.