last friday, my traveling poetry class took a train ride on the colebrookdale railroad. a first for all of us, we nearly swooned at the 1920s appeal of the décor of our surroundings and the garb of these dedicated volunteers. we enjoyed the ride from boyertown to pottstown and back so much that i think we all probably wish we had railroad poetry funds to do classes on the tracks more often.
we were also in awhhhhh mode that before the train revved up to choo-choo along, the narrator, a volunteer named doug, who used to work as a sound engineer in the film industry, welcomed our traveling poetry class across the loudspeakers. what a kind and simple yet meaningful effort. we were also enthusiastic to find out that the conductor was a woman named bonnie and that she does needlework and archery in addition to directing this local train while it's en route. she is one of several conductors who are volunteers.
some poetry is pending.
but here a railroad haiku to hold you over.
weaving through forest,
a train-turned-time-machine hugs
seasoned metal rails