Coming Home



I was down at the Gloucester

train station the other day

and it reminded me of

the attraction for trains  lots

of us quietly enjoy.


When I was a boy, the train,

the Delaware & Hudson

Railroad , ran right outside of

our little summer home;


steam locomotives pulling

both freight and passenger cars,

on Fridays, bringing fathers

home after a  week in the City.


Two long, one short, one long meant

The train had passed the crossing

and would soon be braking to

give us our dads for the weekend.


I spied on the location

of those little dramas last

night – courtesy of Google Earth;


no trace of the D&H

was found: no tracks, no station,

no crossing gate,  no little

children excited and waiting.


Meanwhile, back in Gloucester, after

two long, one short and one long,

the commuter train from Boston

pulls into the small station

where moms and dads step down to

come home.


Marty Luster




  • Very nice.

  • Just loved the blast of the train horn at 4 am behind my house on Sargent street (next to the box factory when I was a kid. LOL
    Your poem was sweet

  • You do wonders with your B&W pictures. I love trains also and
    have one memory of riding the train from Boston into Gloucester. One Big Headache! I must have been about 10 yrs old.

  • Very lovey poem with a wonderful picture that brings back so many memories of my childhood. May I know who took the picture? I’d like to contact the photographer to get permission to use it on a non-profit website…

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