The Old Railroad

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  • Allegory

    The Old Railroad
    The old frozen stream
    Of brown rusty tracks and worn out logs
    Never flowing, never changing
    Outlasting time
    Yet, pointing to foreign lands
    To freedom of heart and soul
    And a destiny not yet known.

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    markrohaley commented on The Old Railroad

    03-11-2009

    nice
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    arfin09 commented on The Old Railroad

    02-28-2009

    very nice!
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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