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woe betide them that try

to se in stone what needs more time…

My turn table lost?*

without further cost?

Then I looked near bed time!

I thought I’d lost my lead

To that tyrn table, but indeed…

A curve could be made

With large enough radius laid,

To satisfy the using of steam.

A switch I’d previously cut in,

To one engine stall could run…

The other could Branch

From the turn table switch–

My space problem was overcome!

Envisioning a massive water wheel,

Fed by a sluice pipe has appeal…

This motorized–

Already planned (what a surprise?),

For which the tourists would positively SQUEAL!

And then, the bridge over a mill dam flood—

If I wanted, a covered bridge wouldn’t take TOO MUCH blood…!

Just for light tourist trains–

Steel reinforced all the same–

An occasional short freight could be good!


I wish I could draw all this now,

All it took was time to see how…

Possibilities arise

by opening one’s eyes,Imagination plus a day’s-worth of wrinkled brow!

–Jonathan Caswell

*NOTE–Refer back to the post..ECONOMIC CHOICES IN MINIATURE…posted yesterday~!



The sight we fans did not want to see–

The orange and black/yellow scheme…

Has shown up in Worcester, Mass.,

This tide is coming in.

Chocolate brown and red

Lettering in white…

Eventually will be swept away

But not yet overnight!

Orange and black I do not hate–

It’s one of my favorite roads…

Born way out in New York State,

Hauling salt mine loads!

–Jonathan Caswell



The nature of who I am,

So sorry to post and scram…

Wife want eating

Three meals completing,

I’l come back here if I can!

This blogs my poetry,

Finding mine is the key…

SEARCH:  “Caswell”–

Most are  revealed,

Written heroically!

As to the prompt–almost any–

Subject inspiring–many…

Three or four styles

Bring you smiles,

A Christian blog not like any?

–Jonathan Caswell



THE COFFEE working,

An engineer left, smirking…

I used to drink

Two potfuls I think,

An empty machine is irking!

–Jonathan Caswell


His layout was headed West,

Now North-South orientation suggests…

An interchange done

In North Grafton,

But not if the cardboard resists!*

Re-arranging the room,

For inspection lighted his gloom…

Found his hand drill

Punched through at will,

A fiddle yard  north will do!++

Pretending it’s North Grafton Yard,

The GRAFTON and UPTON rail yard…

Washington Mills**

Functioning still,

attracted this bard!

Basically freelanced***

The layout’s influenced…

By several N.E roads

Rail carloads,

The ones that most make sense.

-Jonathan Caswell


**Washington Mills Abrasives Co. in North Grafton…at one time the sole remaining rail-served industry, beyond a team track!

***Freelanced  is a model railroading term, meaning the modeler is taking elements from several railroads to model, without any one or two being dominant.

__++Fiddle yard is a track or tracks to fiddle–move on and off with hands–rail cars and locos being staged or removed from the main visible part of the model train layout.


She worked at UNIBANK

In Douglas–I wanted to thank

Her for her time

And her job climb,

Her brand new upward rank.

On an impulse I stopped today,

Someone smiled and showed me the way…

A classy place-

Seeing her face

Washed all my concerns away!

She said that I looked good,

My wife’s hand braces–understood…

The joy of less pain,

She said come again

I told her that maybe I would!

–Jonathan Caswell




AUTHOR’S NOTE:  He’s not trying to grandstand—just admit to his guilt of certain motives and conduct and ask forgiveness of those he has wronged–whether or not they feel they were.  It is a part of his Christian belief…being reconciled to God and the ones he has wronged asking forgiveness of both.  There is a Bible basis to all this, which the author believes by faith to be the transcribed word of God to be followed and obeyed.  Especially when he doesn’t!  Questions/Comments are always welcome.

Writer of poetry,

The “fashion” got away from me…

Chasing skirts

Many women hurts,

Of this I am guilty!

Sought “readers” unsuccessfully,

The hidden motive–to see…

What interested

Where saints shouldn’t tread

And pester them endlessly!

The many unreturned visits,

Prove out how wrong is it…

I know my sin

Repenting therein,

Stop this practice is the solution exquisite!

I will  stillreach out,

In subjects not ruled out…

Walk in the flesh

Heavily risks death,

Gotta pull some hot irons out!

The upshot–some I’ll follow–

The rest–if they visit tomorrow…

I’ll respond graciously

But not the pest–not me–

I’ve sinned–I repent in sorrow!

My actions toward those of whom I’ve spoken,

From now on–contact is broken…

This I must do

So they’ll feel safe too,

No need of me in their business poking.

–Jonathan Caswell