January/February 2010

Train

by Peter Wurdock

Think of all the coins along the track

    And the people who once set them there,

        But never did come back.

           Finding even half of them, a rich man I would be.

               But these steel rails surrender none to me.

                     Now the iron giants rust along a road

                         Near a town southeast of Newberry

                              Where stories are still told

                                 Of railroad days and lumbermen and many an engine light,

                                     While a ghost train in the distance splits the night.

                                                                   Wanderings and Ponderings by Peter Wurdock

Poem from Peter Wurdock’s book, Places I Hide,photos and poetry of Michigan's Upper Peninsula published on Ridgeway Press.  Peter is active in the MetropolitanDetroit community and works as Marketing Director for a leading non-profit senior housing agency.  For more information visit: www.Vacationpublishing.com