The first time was special, remembering the cold
funeral in Dallas, for someone not so old
Fresh from the round house, engines did race
Denison station, big scary place
Mounting wrought iron steps to find the right seat
train car so full strange rendezvous meet
Shiny steel sculpted with curtains and wood
ladies in hosiery swishing a lilac good
Hearts beat as one when the whistle blew loud
feeling the movement riding a steel cloud
Sherman came fast fields of black dirt
gentlemen in their newspapers starchy white shirts
Gathering speed across empty winter grounds
foxes dance in the sunlight scatter at the sound
So elegant a world on heavy round wheels
windows in the dinning car table cloth meals
McKinney came next and then Dallas station
husbands and wives foreign relations
Riding the Katy a distant recall
dead rusty cars behind a rotting wall
A sweet dream of Texas gone for the time
only in dreams can you ride the Katy line
Page nine – Old Photographs and Wild Dreams
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