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
Good Morning Gloucester 
Very nice.
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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
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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.
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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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