His shirt’s soaked with sweat,
Soldering smoke and yet,
He has had fun
Track wiring half done,
The track plan as complete as it will get!
Still running the air purifier,
Don’t need a humidifier…
Plenty of light–
Three lamps shining bright–
His soldering iron on fire!
Finalized a couple more spurs
From industry tracks that once were…
Salt shed track
Was modified back,
To a siding with “green growing fur.”
It’s nearly one electrical block,
If wanted I could cut sections up…
But just one train
For this tired brain,
Spotting cars to load up!
I’m planning the tourist train,
Variety the name of the game…
A simple turn around
The turntable’s sound,
Add a trolley and nothing’s the same.
The Poet refers to progress on his N scale switching shelf layout..