A LITTLE WHITE HOUSE BY THE RAILROAD TRACKS AN AMERICAN CHILDHOOD #8

It was a little white house

by the railroad tracks

AN AMERICAN CHILDHOOD #8

where the Baltimore and Ohio roared by,

once a day at six o’clock

without fail;

You could plan your supper around it,

and be prepared to sit down and eat

when the B&O came flying by.

The railroad tracks were not always there,

Before they came along,

we had the house,

and the land,

and called ourselves farmers,

but somehow the railroad people

took it away from my father,

claiming something they called

“Eminent Domain”

which gave them the right

to run t railroad tracks

through our property.

Well, the cows mooed with disdain

at the disturbance

and their milk curdled;

the chickens no longer laid eggs,

and our garden was covered with soot,

Black dust covered all the furniture,

Until one day my mother up and

left the rest of us to fend for ourselves;

Until one day

My father up and laid across

the railroad tracks

and waited for the six o’clock B&O

to come along.

My brother and I

boarded up the windows,

and I put a hex on the railroad

swearing that

what goes around,

comes around,

and their day would come.

 

Sandra Lee Smith

April 13, 2009

Updated September 14, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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