| I stepped into the depot |
and memories flood my mind, But a glance at the calendar on the wall Shows I'm a little behind I blink and look at the numbers but something is wrong with the date For instead of nineteen twenty It is nineteen fifty eight The world around has been changing; and progress has had it's way But like a sentinel out of the past is this unchanged room today. | ![]() |
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Added by Vernon: And now I work on the railroad. The same as I did, you see But instead of the Rock Island I work for the old U. P. Instead of figuring freight bills as I did in that time long ago, I work on Diesels and turbines which are sometimes called "The big blow" And oft as I speed through the country on the city of Denver or San Francisco I long for the peace and the quiet of that boyhood so long ago. |
This is written for my brother, Vernon after we visited in Garber Oklahoma where we spent our child hood and later moved to Nebraska where he was an electrician on the staff of the Union Pacific Railroad. Janice Weeks, Chamberlin, Hankins, Rogers |