Stopping by Rails on a Chilly Morning

Stopping by Rails on a Chilly Morning 01/14/2012

An unplanned detour to stroll along the railroad tracks through downtown Covington had me thinking of Robert Frost's poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. And, with apologies to the good poet, my mind soon wandered through a rhyme of my own imagination...

Whose woods these are I think I know.
It is a corporation though;
They may not want me walking here
While I enjoy the morning glow.

There are some folks who think it queer
That I should hold this place so dear
And ever dream that this might be
A lovely trail for you and me.

I give my head a slow, sad shake,
Lamenting roads we did not take.
Perhaps if they were with me now,
They’d come to understand somehow.

These lovely rails, I won’t forsake.
For I have dreams I cannot shake,
And miles to go before I rest,
And miles to go before I rest.

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Robert

01/14/2012 10:05pm

Very nice!

Kimberly

01/14/2012 10:59pm

And a very lovely trail it will be.

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