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my father "big billy buck Mc Martell" was a brakeman on the Central Vermont and Canadien National railroad.

Destinations unknown, it's great, that feeling when the diesel horn blows out its sound. Your poem really makes me think about the past and even today, as the trains still come through St Albans. (called the railroad city).

So I really liked this poem a lot. And my father's name isnt big billy buck, I had to add that for confidentiality..........otherwise everyone will be up here asking for a ride on the engine.

Posted 1 Year Ago