Watching the train go by
As the train passed
I remembered my friend in Cave Spring
Who would be next to hear it
She is a mature person
Having seen many more years
And I remembered
What she told me,
“Boy” she said.
(She always called me boy)
“I know I am old.
And I am definitely a lady
She said, shaking her finger at me
“If you call me an old lady, I shall slap you.”
And she paused and her mind wandered.
“When I was a little girl”
She said softly
“When I was a little girl, I loved the train
And I came out every morning and jumped
Up and down and giggled”
She jumped up and down and giggled
Just to show me.
“And then, during the war,
I watched the cars go by with the young men
On their way to the other ocean
And the horrors of the war
In the Pacific.
And I knew I had loved ones there
And I stood and cried for them.”
And she shed a tear.
“And the not then but now
Father of my children was over there.
And no one came on the return train.
But I watched the train and waited.”
“To this day”
“To this very day, I watch the train go by
In the mornings
And I think of all the days
And all the years that I have watched it
And.” She paused.
“And I stand and wave
Even though there are no more passengers
To wave back.”
“Maybe everyone thinks I’m crazy
Maybe they are right.
I don’t care.
You hear that, don’t you?
You hear me, don’t you, Boy?”
Now, every morning,
I remember her.
I wave at the train as the dawn breaks
But no one is there
To think I’m crazy.
And that’s all right with me.
John the Plant Man is the narrator of the book “Requiem for a Redneck.”
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