VIEW OF GREAT SW FROM TRAIN HEADED WEST

VIEW OF GREAT SW FROM TRAIN HEADED WEST
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IMPROMTEAU POEM ABOUT A TRAIN HEADING WEST:

This a view I never tire of seeing. Time and again, I have passed through this Divine land on my way to the golden shores, leaving the season behind, heading west toward the always golden shores where flowers never froze, where the young women all had perfect tans to show, west where there was always markets open all night long, where on a quiet night one could smell the orange blossoms drifting in from the orange groves of San Bernadino, headed west where downtown Los Angeles meant meeting new and different people, finding another cool place to rent for a month or two, or maybe find a place to stay free, someplace near the beach, yes where one could wake and see a gull scratching about for crumbs dropped from a late dinner.

Yes, a view headed through the desert toward hope, but that was then, fifty years ago.

Do young people still ride the trains and enjoy the anticipation of the life ahead, the life that at the moment seems never-ending. When one is eighteen, the end of life is only a story in a book, a scene from a war movie, an episode on TV where madmen went on a rampage. The train, seen from the heights of who moves these trains must know that time will someday change the thoughts swirling about in these youthful minds. Maybe, someday, the elements will defeat the end and life will go on without a wrinkle or a tear.

By Robert L. Huffstutter
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VIEW OF GREAT SW FROM TRAIN HEADED WEST
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This a view I never tire of seeing. Time and again, I have passed through this Divine land on my way to the golden shores, leaving the season behind, heading west toward the always golden shores where flowers never froze, where the young women all had perfect tans to show, west where there was always markets open all night long, where on a quiet night one could smell the orange blossoms drifting in from the orange groves of San Bernadino, headed west where downtown Los Angeles meant meeting new and different people, finding another cool place to rent for a month or two, or maybe find a place to stay free, someplace near the beach, yes where one could wake and see a gull scratching about for crumbs dropped from a late dinner.

Yes, a view headed through the desert toward hope, but that was then, fifty years ago.

Do young people still ride the trains and enjoy the anticipation of the life ahead, the life that at the moment seems never-ending. When one is eighteen, the end of life is only a story in a book, a scene from a war movie, an episode on TV where madmen went on a rampage. The train, seen from the heights of who moves these trains must know that time will someday change the thoughts swirling about in these youthful minds. Maybe, someday, the elements will defeat the end and life will go on without a wrinkle or a tear.

By Robert L. Huffstutter



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