Rails of Southwest Virginia

Deep in Southwestern Virginia,

The trains run smooth,

The the flanges clang the rails,

As time sails,

Staring deep down in the valley,

Hear the whistle,

Time spent here,

Seems so beneficial,

Trains carry coal,

No telling how far they must go,

The mountain air,

So cool and crisp,

On the bench in the yard,

Is where I will sit,

Looking at the trains,

As they travel deep in the plains,

Even when the sun has set,

We never forget,

Trains run at night,

The rail is illuminated,

With the bright light,

Of the locomotive running through,

While we sit in the night dew,

The signal clangs loud,

The whistle howls,

As the gates come down,

We sit and watch,

And no one frowns,

We sit and stare,

In the cool mountain air,

As the trains roll through,

Here in Southwest Virginia.

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Thank you.

April Denise Stuart