Category Archives: a lost photograph

HIS TRAIN LAYOUT IS “P.C.”

His N scale model railway,

Unfinished to this day…

Is labeled P.C.

Not politically,

But “Procrastination Central”, he’d say!

So much on it still to do,

Each project is almost half-through…

Keeps changing direction

On theme selection,

Rearranging things as if on cue

HE THINKS…he’s nailed it down,

His scrap plastic pile’s quite a mound…

Rough kitbashing

Some parts go missing,

On which  he won’t expound!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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THE GRASS OF THE FIELD…

(See Matthew 6:30, and surrounding verses)

Fine figures and fashions

Ignite our human passions…

Clothes fitting right

A welcome sight,

On any social occasion!

Yet the human soul

Doesn’t need clothes to be whole…

If you think “nude”

Understanding is skewed,

Our coverings need not be droll!

Whom are you depending on?

On this side or the other of the “pond”…

The Lord Most High

Is “my guy”,

The Christ is the One.

Whom do you serve,

Bob Dylan observed…

That all flesh

With the Devil will mesh,

Unless God is served.

Focus on God through others,

Unbelievers are sisters and brothers…

All in God’s image made

Their sin price He paid,

Why their chances to know God we smother?

All men (humans) are like grass,*

how quickly a life will pass…

See Christ today–

Don’t walk away–

Who knows when one breathes their last?

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==Jonathan Caswell

*Isaiah 40: 5-8

 

HAIL IN JUNE!

Like kids at a new place lighted,

Employees get all excited…

LOOK AT THAT HAIL

What can it nail,

Are the flowers all blighted?

Like kids at the store,

Camera phones score…

White colored lawns

And bushes beat down,

Did you hear that thunder roar?

Now patches of blue hue

Tell that this storm is through…

No more crowd

At the door talking loud,

Did our cars make it safely through?

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

OF TIMES PAST

An ancient postcard emerges,

Prompting history’s dirges…

But look there

At cleaner air,

Except when engine smoke surges!

Today it’s an abandoned line,

The neighborhood isn’t so fine…

On a back street

Likely meet,

Some various crime.

A group wanted to run

This branch for profit and fun…

The winning project–

Walking trails I suspect–

In fact they may be nearly done.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

A NEW HAVEN MOGUL—TECHNICAL DETAILS

As far as a Mogul goes,

It’s more familiar with headlight on the nose…

The firebox door

I tend to adore,

But up near the stack—I suppose!

More familiar with the BOSTON AND MAINE,

RAILROAD whose Moguls all the same…

Had headlights centered–

On them I was mentored–

Those cute little buggers so named!

Two N scale steamers in stable,

Changing the headlight–not able–

That Bachmann 2-6-0

Doesn’t come so,

But up in front of smokestacks it’s stable!

The one problem remains,

It’s letter like the BOSTON AND MAINE’s…

Two steamers are mine

I’d like one another line,

For NEW HAVEN—I can re-decal with that name!

GOOD THING I have a book–

NEW HAVEN POWER, by Jack Swanberg, to look…

For steamers that meet

That arrangement complete,

I’d have to butcher the engine’s front for a different look!

THANKFULLY New Haven Moguls exist,

Up where the smoke stack is kissed…

Just re-decal

And all will be well,

Or at least I’ll come close to the gist.

–Jonathan Caswell

WHAT SAYS “NEW ENGLAND” ?

My model layout wanders it seems

Away from cherished themes…

What for you

Says “New England” too,

Beyond operational schemes?

 Does NISSEN BREAD,

MOXIE, barns red,

SPAGS and stores

With “colonial” decors,

Monuments to Revolutionary dead?

Dairies and granite quarries

In earlier days held stories…

Ice cream and views

Along the Turnpike count too,

And whaling ship stories!

Broad “a’s” in speech,

A Kennedy’s reach…

Where Plymouth Rock stays

And Sturbridge Village ways

Are preserved to history teach!

So for my small train set,

What industries are best…

Beverages and rock salt

Metals, food stuffs sought,

And historic touristy nests?

Gravel still travels by train,

Lumber and minerals same…

Environmental ire

Has dampened coal fired

Power plants, but garbage still flames!

A water-powered mill

And museum of trains fit the bill…

For small excursions

Of rich incursions into filling the local till!

Do you think I’ll have enough room,

I figure some things will die soon…

New England gives

And takes to live,

But survival cannot be assumed!

–Jonathan Caswell

MULTIPLE INTERPRETATIONS

When a youngster says, “classic”,

Depends on what they think fantastic…

The more educated

Have anticipated

Styles without plastic!

With ruffles and flourishes,

Classical style nourishes…

Feeding other styles

That borrow for smiles,

Which no one discourages.

Each blogger has a vision

Of what needs displaying revision…

Each works their goals

Fanning  coals,

Affecting blog decisions!

–Jonathan Caswell