I strolled along the disused railroad track
Knowing that my youth would not come back
But remembering those dates we trod those trails
As the locomotives thundered on the rails
Those days we sat beside the bank as cargo flew
Long after distant engine noise had whistled through
And watching as the steam and smoke hung in the air
We trespassed, and we played around and didn't care
The woods on either side held certain mysteries
From wildlife that we spied on and the cedar trees
Those days we loved and stay with us in later years
I sit there now and wipe away my gushing tears
The waterfalls that breached the paths along the forest floor
Are trickling now, where once the rain poured down before
But still the running water takes me back awhile
I sit there now, the tears are gone, and I can Smile
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Running water still takes back a while. Wonderful railroad memories in poem shared. Nice.