There will be
ac-ci-dents. I know ac-ci-dents are coming.
Smash-ups, signals wrong, washouts, trestles rotten,
Red and yellow ac-ci-dents.
But somehow and somewhere the end of the run
The train gets put together again
And the caboose and the green tail lights
Fade down the right of way like a new white hope.
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Thoughts" ("Cornhuskers", 1918)
old same place
© 2013 David B. Nance