Ridin’ The Rails
By R.e. Taylor
It must have been so nice
No job and no family
Just the wide-open spaces
And a ride on a westbound freight
Just you and maybe a few mates
Changing trains whenever you wanted
Always travelling but still going nowhere
But still seeing everywhere
That must have been a great life
Now, an almost lost piece of history
It is now the stuff of songs, stories, and poems
© Poem – XV/IX/MMXXV
LRET
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