Walking in winter wonderlands,
Along a railroad silent for years…
Thinking of times when commerce was alive
And rumbling train cars ran through here.
Coal trains once
Traced these frozen shores….
The kind of trains environmentalists hate—
Smoke scrubbers came too late!
Salt cars run occasionally,
Bringing out wealth from underneath…
Barely enough to keep this line going
When that’s gone, abandonment is brief.
(Remembering the line running north from Ithaca, NY, that serviced a coal-fired power plant and a salt mine. This picture was taken in the same area.)