A Sad Soliloquy

| November/December 1970

She's been pushed aside
And very much neglected
But if fired up once again
Her spirit may be resurrected.

No smoke or steam about her
Can one smell or find
She has lived a useful life
But in a different time.

She's performed her last duty
Pulling loads over shiny rails
And now forever will be lost
Her lusty puffs and whistle wails.

Pushed aside by something modern
Was the cause of her release
May vivid memories of other days
Glorify her rest in peace.

Orrin G. SeaverĀ  Ypsilanti, Michigan