Locomotive's Graveyard

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Oct 2004 · 2 comments

Great rusting hulks lie scattered among hedgerows, Overgrowing weeds spill from once smoking funnels. Pistons compress no more. Once polished brass has tarnished over the lonely years, Cast iron shells, Giants of their age, Display no sign of life. Reminiscing I gaze at lines of once gleaming wheels. Coal holds stare black into the face of oblivion, Leaving their past in the memories of those who once cared.

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[8] Caducus 12-Oct-04/2:36 AM Reply

You've given these dead loco's the kiss of life here and mucho respect for not dragging on too long with it. Lines 6/7 are can be explored further i feel, the greatness of of something now rusting away as fields bloom before them.

[8] Dovina 12-Oct-04/4:36 PM Reply

I like this description and the "memories of those who once cared." Comma after reminiscing. Do pistons ever compress? Are coal holds really tinder cars? If so how do they stare?