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