Three hundred fifty years, from 1639,
To the year we were married is fine…
Caswells in America–
A little piece of clerica,
Another cheer for 1989!
Like the start of the Space Are,
Other things took center stage…
In Eighty-nine we married
And on honeymoon tarried,
Two weeks…in this day and age!
So it wasn’t til later
That I realized to celebrate her…
And my family’s time
In this U.S.A. clime,
Although for family it wasn’t a high rater.
I’ve collected Bicentennial cabooses,
In N scale to do what one chooses…
Unless one caboose refuses.
Then run a special train,
(I have history on the berain),
Around my train track
And then run it back,
I run it every year again!