Railroads remind me of Thomas the Train. When I was little, my mom would let me watch the Thomas the Train videos that used to be my older brothers. My older brother used to adore trains, trucks, those type of things. He was a fanatic actually. We still have his truck toys. I used to play with them and run them over barbie dolls I didn’t like
the caboose and the train are traveliing very fast on the railroad and they have a hard time goiing past the duck in the middle and the most hardest thing is the looney toons characters and the cartoon that has the roadruner and the cyotee.
come to the crossing, lights a blaze, dinging gongs and bells. this is where the beginning meets the end, never meets forever.
lay down your pride, your failures, your life. as each bone crushes into pieces, your soul is that much closer to peace.
“I’ve been working on the railroad, all the live long day,” they sang, somewhat off key, but enthusiastically. These were the kinds of songs they always sang when they were trying to keep the kids from fussing in the back seat.
Once as I crossed a railroad trestle I thought I would fall through the cracks. Then the train cam and caught me on its cowcatcher. Does make me a cow? Or should I have not got on that train at all? Maybe I should have fallen through the cracks and found out what was in the water below.
Railroad. Always a fascination. Lived in a town in Pennsylvania where the steel mills used old rails as raw material. They’d pull them in by car, and slice them into 30ft sections to melt down and carve up. From our houses up the hill we could hear them splitting the rails constantly.
This is how i go to work, usually not really time accurate. But pretty green compliant. I like the fact it is public services in France. The lack of mean is dramatic, hop a left wing governement would invest in railroad.
A railroad car is the greatest form of transportation….It’s the easiest to hitchhike on….but apparently more illegal. Regardless, it has made for some phenomenal movies that would have never existed had the railroad never existed. Also, it was one of the many greatest achievements of mankind….well, relatively. Have we done anything good? Or do we compare good to what has been done before us?
Railroad brings memories of journeys. I like travelling on the train when it is evening time with the wind in your face, not cold but just the right soothing breeze that calms you and makes you happy while you look out onto the lush green fields fly by outside.
I met her the first day as we sat next to each other on the long trek. I was going home. We did not speak. I did not look at her for more than a minute at a time, several times I looked at her. I knew I loved her. When she got up at the end of the trip and left, I called to her, “Hey.” She heard me, turned, smiled.
I was out wets. The sun was bright, but the mesa loomed in the distance. We had been riding all day and were just now coming to the railway. The old Stage Coaches always passed through here just before dusk. This was our chance.
Something that follows tracks. is endless. can lead anywhere, but your decision to follow it. I’ve been working on the railroad… all the live long day. Trains passing. ding ding ding ding ding. conductor. reminder of Christmas. childhood.
The train cam whirling down the tracks. Victor paid no attention to it as the sound became louder and louder every passing second. He only just stood patiently waiting for the cold wind to slap him in the face as it passed. Eventually it passed by just as Willus arrived to stand beside the younger boy in darkness.
The man walked down the railroad contemplating that, if he were deaf, a train could come flatten him as quietly as a tree falling in a forest with no one around to hear. He’s be a fallen tree. Fallen and no one would have heard. Hearing death? The sound of death. Death.
the railroad is long. the train rides it’s tracks. maybe i’ll hop one someday. it would be an adventure. there are railroads near the park. over the fence. they’re a bit dirty. i like them though.
She sighed and began writing. “Today I was walking along the railroad. It reminded me of that movie I saw a long time ago, about the four boys who go and try and find a dead body or something like that. Anyway, they are following a railroad, and a train comes, so they all jump out of the way. You know, like most people would.”
the railroad is system of tracks used to move materials and people great distances in a efficient manner.
the width of the rails is based on ancient roman chariot roads.
Maybe you’ll recognize me for my talent one day. I feel the need to have to change the world for you to notice me. I don’t know–like I have to do something extravagant. Like I have to be this “big guy” who makes big bucks or something. No, it doesn’t even have to be money I make; maybe if I’m historically important or something. Maybe if I took over the world.
But even if I became ruler of the world, I could never take over your heart. I feel that’s barrier I’d never be able to break through–not with words, not with an army, not with my own heart. But I’m still trying–I’m still trying to build the railroad to your heart, track by track, piece by piece.
railroads tend to fade into the horizon, in my mind’s eye. i think of stories of children walking along the railroad tracks. never really felt a connection with these stories. they sound deserted and boring. no emotions there for me, except perhaps a sense of sadness and loss.
One of my favorite childhood memories was putting coins on the railroad tracks early in the morning. I remember being really cold. And then trying to find them the next morning and seeing them in a new way. It was still cold.
There was a railroad in front of me. Its tracks were spread out for miles and miles. It was as if it would never end. I wondered what would happen if I laid down on the tracks and took a nap. Would a train come? Or would I lay there forever?
the railroad tracks are between my place and yours. i have to cross them twice now that the construction has gotten rid of the most direct route. the tracks are old and in disrepair. i almost always scrape the undercarriage of my car. but i still make the trek.
i bet i will until there’s no more metal to scrape from beneath my car.
The two boys ran to the tracks. “Do you got a penny?” “Naw, just a nickel.” “That’ll do.”
They wait for the train to show up. The nickel glistens in the heat of the sun. Hours pass. They leave and come the next day. The nickel has fallen off the tracks. “Rats!”
As they walked along the tracks, Boxcar Pete told his new acolyte Frederick to be ready to hop over the flushings. “Flushings?” asked Frederick, “What are flushings?”
Pete sighed. You really are new to this whole railroad tramp thing, aren’t you?
the concept of mass transport will be incomplete with out mentioning rail road it has been a fulcrum on which the industrial revolution has brought us this far to the point in existance
So many sleepers to cross just two rails to cross with. Endless. For ever down the line and with the purpose they were made to fulfill. Why deviate. Why measure.
The long winding railroad brought back memories of my childhood days when we used to sit by the side of the rail tracks and play our little games.
the long hot summer afternoons and lazy days ………
on these tracks i kissed you ever so gently. i have never walked along something so dangerous but fel at easy because you held my hand. this was the moment i knew you were the one. on the railroad tracks. i love you.
There was something so simple about that long stretch of metal beneath my toes and the glare of the sunlight off of the slightly rusted coldness. I walked along it, balancing like the fragile life around me. But all I came up with was tired eyes and a bad headache.
The railroad was a dismal one. The track was bent and rusted in more places than I cared to count. Still, as disgusting as it was to look at for me, we still met here every Saturday. I don’t know why Stan felt it fitting for us. We weren’t all like he was, battered from the hardships of life. He seemed to think it represented all of us. I never really understood that.
The damsel in distress was tied to the railroad. She was wearing a red dress, had on red lipstick and had long blonde hair. She was every man’s dream girl And that’s exactly what got her into this situation. She was too perfect for her last boyfriend, and he couldn’t handle her being with anyone else.
I use to walk to work using the back streets. Up the hill was the railroad bridge. From mid-span i would watch the Long Island Railroad stream past with the cargo of works feeding Manhattan.
Railroads remind me of Thomas the Train. When I was little, my mom would let me watch the Thomas the Train videos that used to be my older brothers. My older brother used to adore trains, trucks, those type of things. He was a fanatic actually. We still have his truck toys. I used to play with them and run them over barbie dolls I didn’t like
the caboose and the train are traveliing very fast on the railroad and they have a hard time goiing past the duck in the middle and the most hardest thing is the looney toons characters and the cartoon that has the roadruner and the cyotee.
i wa crossing the track and I saw a train comming
come to the crossing, lights a blaze, dinging gongs and bells. this is where the beginning meets the end, never meets forever.
lay down your pride, your failures, your life. as each bone crushes into pieces, your soul is that much closer to peace.
“I’ve been working on the railroad, all the live long day,” they sang, somewhat off key, but enthusiastically. These were the kinds of songs they always sang when they were trying to keep the kids from fussing in the back seat.
train station, abandoned, weeds are growing under the rails and the place is really creepy, it looks like the place where people did bad things.
Once as I crossed a railroad trestle I thought I would fall through the cracks. Then the train cam and caught me on its cowcatcher. Does make me a cow? Or should I have not got on that train at all? Maybe I should have fallen through the cracks and found out what was in the water below.
Railroad. Always a fascination. Lived in a town in Pennsylvania where the steel mills used old rails as raw material. They’d pull them in by car, and slice them into 30ft sections to melt down and carve up. From our houses up the hill we could hear them splitting the rails constantly.
The sound meant work.
This is how i go to work, usually not really time accurate. But pretty green compliant. I like the fact it is public services in France. The lack of mean is dramatic, hop a left wing governement would invest in railroad.
Train. Tracks.
A railroad car is the greatest form of transportation….It’s the easiest to hitchhike on….but apparently more illegal. Regardless, it has made for some phenomenal movies that would have never existed had the railroad never existed. Also, it was one of the many greatest achievements of mankind….well, relatively. Have we done anything good? Or do we compare good to what has been done before us?
Railroad brings memories of journeys. I like travelling on the train when it is evening time with the wind in your face, not cold but just the right soothing breeze that calms you and makes you happy while you look out onto the lush green fields fly by outside.
I met her the first day as we sat next to each other on the long trek. I was going home. We did not speak. I did not look at her for more than a minute at a time, several times I looked at her. I knew I loved her. When she got up at the end of the trip and left, I called to her, “Hey.” She heard me, turned, smiled.
I was out wets. The sun was bright, but the mesa loomed in the distance. We had been riding all day and were just now coming to the railway. The old Stage Coaches always passed through here just before dusk. This was our chance.
the tracks were cold in the winter air. No moon tonight. And no stars. Just train tracks, and me. But I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
Something that follows tracks. is endless. can lead anywhere, but your decision to follow it. I’ve been working on the railroad… all the live long day. Trains passing. ding ding ding ding ding. conductor. reminder of Christmas. childhood.
The train cam whirling down the tracks. Victor paid no attention to it as the sound became louder and louder every passing second. He only just stood patiently waiting for the cold wind to slap him in the face as it passed. Eventually it passed by just as Willus arrived to stand beside the younger boy in darkness.
The man walked down the railroad contemplating that, if he were deaf, a train could come flatten him as quietly as a tree falling in a forest with no one around to hear. He’s be a fallen tree. Fallen and no one would have heard. Hearing death? The sound of death. Death.
the railroad is long. the train rides it’s tracks. maybe i’ll hop one someday. it would be an adventure. there are railroads near the park. over the fence. they’re a bit dirty. i like them though.
once I walked over the rail road and it broke
but then a train came and knocked me over while i tried to glue it together
never eating pies again
She sighed and began writing. “Today I was walking along the railroad. It reminded me of that movie I saw a long time ago, about the four boys who go and try and find a dead body or something like that. Anyway, they are following a railroad, and a train comes, so they all jump out of the way. You know, like most people would.”
the railroad is system of tracks used to move materials and people great distances in a efficient manner.
the width of the rails is based on ancient roman chariot roads.
Maybe you’ll recognize me for my talent one day. I feel the need to have to change the world for you to notice me. I don’t know–like I have to do something extravagant. Like I have to be this “big guy” who makes big bucks or something. No, it doesn’t even have to be money I make; maybe if I’m historically important or something. Maybe if I took over the world.
But even if I became ruler of the world, I could never take over your heart. I feel that’s barrier I’d never be able to break through–not with words, not with an army, not with my own heart. But I’m still trying–I’m still trying to build the railroad to your heart, track by track, piece by piece.
railroads tend to fade into the horizon, in my mind’s eye. i think of stories of children walking along the railroad tracks. never really felt a connection with these stories. they sound deserted and boring. no emotions there for me, except perhaps a sense of sadness and loss.
One of my favorite childhood memories was putting coins on the railroad tracks early in the morning. I remember being really cold. And then trying to find them the next morning and seeing them in a new way. It was still cold.
A connection. A manner of transportation. Railroad, a method of movement. Railroad, wood and iron.
There was a railroad in front of me. Its tracks were spread out for miles and miles. It was as if it would never end. I wondered what would happen if I laid down on the tracks and took a nap. Would a train come? Or would I lay there forever?
the railroad tracks are between my place and yours. i have to cross them twice now that the construction has gotten rid of the most direct route. the tracks are old and in disrepair. i almost always scrape the undercarriage of my car. but i still make the trek.
i bet i will until there’s no more metal to scrape from beneath my car.
The two boys ran to the tracks. “Do you got a penny?” “Naw, just a nickel.” “That’ll do.”
They wait for the train to show up. The nickel glistens in the heat of the sun. Hours pass. They leave and come the next day. The nickel has fallen off the tracks. “Rats!”
As they walked along the tracks, Boxcar Pete told his new acolyte Frederick to be ready to hop over the flushings. “Flushings?” asked Frederick, “What are flushings?”
Pete sighed. You really are new to this whole railroad tramp thing, aren’t you?
i want to enjoy every moment
Train hoping is a dream of mine. A rush. And a push. and this land is ours. It’d be as exciting and scary as every great adventure should be.
the concept of mass transport will be incomplete with out mentioning rail road it has been a fulcrum on which the industrial revolution has brought us this far to the point in existance
So many sleepers to cross just two rails to cross with. Endless. For ever down the line and with the purpose they were made to fulfill. Why deviate. Why measure.
The long winding railroad brought back memories of my childhood days when we used to sit by the side of the rail tracks and play our little games.
the long hot summer afternoons and lazy days ………
on these tracks i kissed you ever so gently. i have never walked along something so dangerous but fel at easy because you held my hand. this was the moment i knew you were the one. on the railroad tracks. i love you.
There was something so simple about that long stretch of metal beneath my toes and the glare of the sunlight off of the slightly rusted coldness. I walked along it, balancing like the fragile life around me. But all I came up with was tired eyes and a bad headache.
The railroad was a dismal one. The track was bent and rusted in more places than I cared to count. Still, as disgusting as it was to look at for me, we still met here every Saturday. I don’t know why Stan felt it fitting for us. We weren’t all like he was, battered from the hardships of life. He seemed to think it represented all of us. I never really understood that.
The damsel in distress was tied to the railroad. She was wearing a red dress, had on red lipstick and had long blonde hair. She was every man’s dream girl And that’s exactly what got her into this situation. She was too perfect for her last boyfriend, and he couldn’t handle her being with anyone else.
I use to walk to work using the back streets. Up the hill was the railroad bridge. From mid-span i would watch the Long Island Railroad stream past with the cargo of works feeding Manhattan.