Poem: The Train Posted on 2012-01-20 by J. Randal Matheny With shudders, noise, and billowed smoke The train shoots down the rails, A blur with every steamy stroke, This life of hills and vales. Share:TwitterPinterestFacebookEmailPrintMoreRedditTumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLinkedInSkype Related
Your post made me think of the song “Life’s Railway to Heaven.” Are you familiar with it? We sing it every once in a while at Keltonburg. Have a great Lord’s Day Randal! Reply
Eugene, I think that’s the song that Richard Hill likes so much. He shared it somewhere, on TFR, I think, but I can’t find it now. Reply
Your post made me think of the song “Life’s Railway to Heaven.” Are you familiar with it? We sing it every once in a while at Keltonburg. Have a great Lord’s Day Randal!
Eugene, I think that’s the song that Richard Hill likes so much. He shared it somewhere, on TFR, I think, but I can’t find it now.